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“And Logan?”
“Yes.”
“Look up The Red Mayflower on Instagram,” Eva said. “She makes my soap. Ask for the Wildflower Honey bar with pressed flowers.”
Oh, damn it. She’d gotten at least one of my notes. And of all the notes, she got the embarrassing one about her soap.
Before I could say a word, she hung up on me. I tossed my phone aside and blew out a long breath of air. I was an idiot. A moron. A masochist in some form.
I was something.
I was so goddamn confused. Every fiber of my being missed Eva. We’d spent our entire lives together. Deep down, I knew this transition would take time. The problem was, I was having a real hard time convincing myself to stay the course.
I was torn—fracturing right down the middle—on what was the right thing to do for myself and just picking Eva.
Why the hell did this have to be so difficult?
And as I moped around on that thought, I grabbed my phone and looked upThe Red Mayflowerwith every intention of buying her soap.
Chapter 18
Logan
Towearmytieor not to wear my tie. That was the great question of my life. The second I shut the car door, I scrutinized my reflection.No, the tie had to go.It screamed business, not meeting my wife to figure out what the hell we were doing with our marriage.
What was I doing?I yanked out the knot as that question played on repeat in my mind. I opened the door and tossed the tie in while unbuttoning the collar of my shirt. Casual. I needed to look casual.
I was anything but casual.I was a perpetual mess. One week of waiting for this moment had turned me into a wreck—and Elliot’s personal pain in the ass. I hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol, which felt like a win, no matter how badly I wanted to. Mostly, I was just anxious. Ridiculously anxious.
I wanted to see Eva.
I didn’t want to see Eva.
Seeing Eva was a bad idea.
It was a good idea.
I was stuck in my head. Every time I thought I made headway with what I was thinking, an unexpected thought sent me on a new spiral.Maybe I did need therapy like the bartender suggested.
The university Eva asked me to meet her at was huge. I knew of it, but I’d never been. Navigating campus was a feat, especially considering I parked on the wrong side. Keeping an eye on the time, I hurried across campus and hoped to hell she wouldn’t leave if I was a minute or two late.Way to go, Logan.It was top-notch planning on my part.
The small building was tucked away in a corner with its front door open, lights on, and a crowd mingling.What was I meeting Eva here for?I weaved through people as I headed inside. Thankfully, the building was pretty self-explanatory, which made finding Eva outside the only auditorium easy.
I faltered a few feet from my wife and just stared at her. She looked incredible in blue—she looked incredible in anything, but blue had always been her color. Her long hair was pulled over one shoulder as she carried a tote bag on the other. From her stance, it was heavy. The moment she saw me, she stood a little taller and nodded.
“Hello, Eva,” I whispered as I joined her, my heart ready to fall out of my chest.
“Logan,” she said tightly. “Thank you for meeting me.”
“Of course.” I didn’t know what else to say. She shifted the weight of the bag and pulled out a folder.
“I need you to sign these first,” Eva told me as she took out a stack of papers with tabs. I recognized the folder from my office. While I should’ve seen it coming, my heart still sank. “I had Miller draw up new papers for our divorce.”
“Eva—”
“All I’m asking for is one year’s worth of my salary and thirty days to move out,” she continued over me. “When I move out, I’ll leave the phone for you to turn off or do whatever you want with. Everything else is yours.”
She… what?
