Page 107 of Misfortune and Mr. Right

OLIVIA

I can’t. What do you want to do today?

MEGAN

I have to go birthday shopping for my mom, and then I’m free.

OLIVIA

I’ll join you. Then we can grab lunch out.

MEGAN

I’ll swing by and pick you up in an hour. Sound good?

OLIVIA

See you then.

Megan arrives right on time, and we spend a few hours in the boutiques and shops a few blocks from The Serendipity. Then we grab lunch at Relish.

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you over the past few weeks,” I say again once we’re seated with our sandwiches at a table for two.

The deli is bustling with weekend lunch customers. Tables are full, and people are lined up to get food to go.

“Everything with Logan is still new. I guess we’re in our dating honeymoon stage. We’ve spent most of our free time together since that night I showed up and threw myself at him.” I blush a little, but Megan just smiles at me. “We run together before work. We grab coffee at Serendipi-Tea on our way into Barnes. He either shows up at my place in the evening, or I show up at his. We’re adorable or pathetic.”

“It’s adorable, trust me,” Megan says, studying me.

She shakes her head, but she’s smiling. “It’s really something. I mean, I’m not surprised. You two were either going to annihilate one another or end up in the hottest love affair of the century.”

“What? Really?”

“That much passion? Yes.”

I laugh.

“Well, I’m not annihilating him.”

She laughs and says, “I want what you two have.”

“In what universe are we sitting here talking about you wanting what Logan and I have? It’s surreal.” I take a bite of my sandwich.

“I know. I’d be the first to tell you to watch out—based on his history of blindsiding you—but I can tell he’s not what we thought he was. Not anymore, anyway.”

“He’s really not,” I agree. “We’re already like an old married couple.”

“How so?”

“Tomorrow? We have plans to do laundry together.”

“Okay. Maybe I don’t want what you have. I want a man to wine and dine me for a while … and by a while, I mean years. Like, well into our marriage, after I have a baby-mom body. He still needs to be calling me pet names and saying I’m beautiful and asking me on dates.”

“Logan asks me out.”

“You don’t have to defend your style of relationship. You’re obviously deliriously happy with whatever he’s doing.”

“I am. And, we planned to go out next weekend, but the more we talked about it, the more we realized we just want to grab take out and eat it with Rhett in one of our apartments.”

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