Page 65 of A Dash of You

I snatch it, then violently push it through the ground. The very solid, hard ground.

“Now’s the time you should probably tell us if you buried a body back here,” Crew jokes.

Lana sends a punch to his arm. “If Sora buried a body here, I would know.”

“Let me.” Logan places his hand over mine before taking the shovel and stabbing the ground himself, making it appear a hellof a lot easier. He doesn’t ask what’s under the dirt, he just digs for me.

His work boot presses against the steel, pulling up the earth. He continues to do this for the next five minutes as I watch his arm muscles flex.

When the sound of the shovel hitting something metal strikes, I know he found it.

I was right.

I kneel taking the small box from the dirt and dust it off.

“Holy shit. I haven’t seen that in years.” Lana kneels beside me, her hair falling over her shoulders.

“My dad threw it out after my mom asked for the divorce. He didn’t want them anymore, but I couldn’t let him do it. So, I took it out from the trash and buried it.” The hurt comes flooding back like a hurricane.

“He’d be glad you saved them.” My best friend pulls me into a side hug as I continue to stare at the box in my hand.

“What’s inside?” The vibration of Logan’s voice rumbles against me.

I look up, locking my gaze with him. “It’s my dad's recipes.” We hold our stare, me breaking first to open the box.

Still in perfect condition, in his writing, are his desserts. I softly run a finger over the first one.

Dandelion shortbread:

1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened

scant 2/3 cup sugar

1 heaped tablespoon honey

1/2 cup loosely packed dandelion petals

1/4 teaspoon salt

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