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I need to just spit it out. “I want to make a go of it. The three of us together, I mean.”

“Whoa.” Logan chuckles. “Didn’t see that coming.”

“Yeah, well…I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on what an asshole I’ve been.”

“You won’t get any arguments from me.” His voice softens a little. “To your credit, you had a lot more shit to unpack than the rest of us. Don’t think I’d have done any better in your shoes.”

“Thanks.” I feel myself smiling a little, though he’s being a dickhead as usual. “I know I screwed up, but I’m hoping you’ll give me another chance to make it right. You and Sara, I mean. It’s not the same without all three of us. Without you and your stupid jokes and your disgusting freeze-dried marshmallows and your fucking cocky-ass smile.”

There’s a long pause on Logan’s end. Then a sound like he might be chuckling. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck you, too, Frogman.”

God, I missed him. “Need a favor from you, Jarhead.”

“Fuck you in the ass? Sure. No prob.”

“Later.”

“Wait, what?” His stunned silence gives way to laughter. “I was kidding.”

I wasn’t, but we’ll cross that bridge later. “I need your help with something. A project for Sara.”

“A naked project?”

For fuck’s sake. “Do you ever stop thinking about sex?”

“Gonna have to, I guess.” He’s so obnoxiously cheerful I want to punch him. Or kiss him. Whatever. “At the end of this month, I won’t be a consort anymore.”

“What?”Guess it’s my turn to be shocked. “Are you kidding?”

“Nope. It’s a good thing, don’t worry. I’ll tell you all about it the next time I see you.” The ice cubes clink again. “When will that be?”

“I’ll be on the last shuttle boat tomorrow.” That’s assuming I make the first flight out tomorrow. I’ll have to ask Beck to watchover Mom, but I don’t think he’ll mind. Something tells me they’ll have lots to talk about once she reads him that letter.

But I focus on Logan right now. “Do you have any woodworking skills?”

“Here’s me, maturely refraining from making a joke about working your wood.”

“For God’s sake?—”

“Yes,” he says quickly, and I hear the smile in his voice. “My grandpa taught me to carve, believe it or not. And I know which end of the hammer to hit things with if that’s what you’re asking. Why?”

“There’s something I’d like to give Sara.” I say a silent prayer Ashton is willing to help us. “Something that’ll mean a lot more if you’re part of it, too.”

Logan doesn’t hesitate. “Count me in, Frogman.”

“Thanks, Jarhead.” I almost hang up, but there’s one more thing I need to say. “And Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“I fucking love you.”

He chuckles. “I fucking love you, too.”

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