Page 84 of Misfortune and Mr. Right

“Logan paid my sister’s rent.”

Maisy giggles.

I glance over at her. “He’s … not … I mean … he is … he’s never … we always …”

“He’s got it bad for you,” Maisy says simply.

“For me?”

Gil nods his head once and shrugs. “It’s so obvious.”

“It is?”

Maisy laughs again. “The two of you … from what Gil has told me, you’ve been dancing around your attraction to each other for years.”

“I didn’t know.” The truth of my oblivion spills out like an inevitable confession.

“Well, now you do,” Maisy says, nearly buzzing with excitement.

“I think … I need to go.”

“Are you okay to drive?” Maisy asks, getting up from her stool when I stand.

“Yeah. I am. I just … need to go.”

“We’ll take a rain check on the ice cream,” Gil says with a chuckle.

“Thanks. Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

“No worries. You’ve obviously got more important things to tend to.”

“I do,” I tell them.

“Don’t worry,” Maisy says. “Gil will happily eat your ice cream. Go talk to Logan.” She smiles. “That’s what you’re planning to do, right?”

“Yeah. It is. I have to talk to Logan.”

Maisy and Gil stand in the doorway of their home, obviously watching to make sure I’m stable enough to drive back to The Serendipity. As off-kilter as I feel, nothing would keep me from finding Logan right now.

I need to see him.

Chapter Twenty

Logan

A first kiss is magic, the moment the world stops spinning

and everything feels perfectly still, a taste of forever in a single touch.

~ Raymond Chandler

I dozedoff on the couch. It’s been quite a week between work, the disaster in Olivia’s apartment, and the weight of realizing everything she means to me.

I wake to repeated knocking on my door.

It’s dark out.

Rhett is spinning in circles in front of the door, barking and jumping at the knob.

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