Page 11 of Paging Dr. Summers

“You’re welcome.” My mom’s voice kicked in again, and I said, “So, tell me how you met Erica.”

Logan’s brow raised, but he didn’t seem upset by the question. “Oddly enough, one of my ex-girlfriends introduced us.”

“Really?” I grabbed a grape and popped it in my mouth.

Logan unwrapped his sandwich. “Charlee and I dated in medschool, and we parted on good terms. We both knew we were better off as friends. But she thought Erica and I would be good together. She wasn’t wrong.”

“Wow. You must have been a good boyfriend. I’m not sure I would’ve ever wanted one of my friends to date one of my exes. Not because they were bad guys, but I wouldn’t want to see them so happy with another woman.” I smiled.

“Well, Charlee was interesting. I think she cared more about beating my test scores than she did about me. Which was a great motivator for me.”

“Did she beat you?”

“Occasionally,” he reluctantly admitted.

“Where did you go to med school?” I asked.

“Stanford.”

“Whoa. So, you’re smart.”

He shrugged, but he couldn’t hide the way the corners of his lips ticked up.

“Did Erica go to Stanford?”

He nodded.

Suddenly, I was feeling a little inadequate. I graduated from a community college with an associate’s degree in communications. I’d started working for the radio station during my senior year in high school. Honestly, I’d always thought my mom was my greatest teacher in life and in music. Not to say I didn’t get good grades, but I was more focused on taking care of Mom. She’d gotten sick when I was in junior high; she’d had a couple of bouts of remission, but they never lasted.

“Was it love at first sight?” I asked.

“I don’t believe in love at first sight—”

“That’s sad,” I interrupted him.

“Why?” he questioned.

“I don’t know. It just seems like you might miss out on something with that attitude.”

“Have you fallen in love at first sight?” He didn’t hide his skepticism.

“No, but I believe it’s possible.” I mean, one look at RobertPattinson when I was thirteen had me thinking I was in love with him. But I never got to test that theory out in real life.

“Why?” He took a bite of his sandwich and slowly chewed.

“Because love is magical.”

He gave me that look again, the one that said he thought I might be crazy, while he swallowed. “Erica and I took a more pragmatic approach to love.”

“If that works for you, that’s great.” If I hadn’t already known Logan wouldn’t be my summer fling, his thoughts on love had just cemented it. It wasn’t that I believed love was all sunshine and unicorns. I knew there were some aspects of love that you had to look at practically. But I wanted someone who was willing, if needed, to look past all the reasons it might not work and still be so crazy about me that we’d find a way together. Mom would say that if we let it, love can make the impossible possible. And she hadn’t been talking solely about romantic love.

“It was great. There were no games, no guessing, no misunderstandings.”

“Never. Not even one?”

“No.”

“You never argued. Not even about where to eat?” I couldn’t believe that. It wasn’t like I thought couplesshouldargue, per se, but making up could be a lot of fun. And never disagreeing sounded kind of boring.

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