Page 61 of Paging Dr. Summers

“I know,” I sighed. “It’s just a lot to take in. I was so focused on Mom for so long, I forgot to think about my future, and now, it’s hitting me in the face.”

“One thing I know, and that is Roxanne Crawford would want you to fly high, girl.”

She wasn’t wrong. Mom would want me to soar and not be afraid to leave my comfort zone. In fact, she would have insisted on it.

“But what if Logan’s right about Mr. Harrington?”

“If I were you, I would find out what he wants. And then I wouldn’t give it to him, but I’d still snag the job.” She evilly laughed.

“Easier said than done.”

“Listen, if you impressed Sidney Harper, you can do anything.”

“He seemed impressed. Logan sure thought he was.”

“I have no doubt. I have to go in a few minutes, so tell me how it’s going with Logan. The pictures you sent yesterday at the waterfall were amazing. And I can’t get over how freaking hot he is. Don’t tell Adam I said that.”

“Your secret is safe with me. And um ... things are good with Logan. Like, amazing. So amazing,” I breathed out.

“So why do you sound like something is wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. It’s just I don’t know if I’ll ever find another man like Logan again.”

“Maybe you won’t have to. Who’s to say a fling can’t turn into the real thing?”

“No one, but it can’t in this situation. Logan doesn’t want more, and I’m not sure I do either. I told you all about his wife. And I’m not sure I can see myself living here among the rich and famous. Can you imagine? I’m sure it’s just the magic of a summer romance that has me feeling so elated all the time.” Not that Logan didn’t deserve a lot of the credit—he did. The man was not only a ninja kisser but just a ninja human.

“Probably,” she agreed.

“I just know it will be hard to say goodbye, especially now, because I don’t know where I’m headed.”

Could it really be Florida? Why hadn’t Sidney’s people contacted me yet?

“You’re headed for good things. I know it. And I really hope it’s Florida.” She laughed. “I need a warm place to visit in the winter.”

“You know you would be welcome anytime.”

“Well, I need to go. Call me if you hear anything. I don’t want to get my news from Classic Casey again. The man needs breath mints.”

“You will be the first to know unless I’m with Logan when I get the news—then you’ll be first and a half to know.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“It is now,” I sang.

“Fine, tell your hot fling first.”

“Neither Logan nor I really like that title,” I said, almost embarrassed. I’d been racking my brain for an alternative, but nothing was coming to me.

“Oh. I see,” she said with meaning.

“There’s nothing to see. It just seems a little juvenile.”

“Or maybe it’s that a fling isn’t what you really want?” she questioned.

“Uh, no. It’s totally what we want.”

“If you say so. Gotta go. Bye.”

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