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I held up a hand. “I’m not judging you. Really, I should be grateful to Quinn. If you hadn’t gone to meet him, I don’t know how much longer it would’ve taken me to realize I love you. Hopefully, not long, but…”
“It’s okay, babe.” Logan reached for my hand. “Things happened the way they did. We’ve admitted what we feel now, so let’s move on and enjoy it.”
“Sounds like a good idea.” I looked at the table. “Want to take all this inside and find a place to cuddle?”
Instead of answering, he got up and started gathering dishes. Once we had everything put away, we shared the hammock near the pool. I tucked my head under Logan’s chin, and we enjoyed the shade. Somewhere nearby, a scooter revved, and a dog barked. For us, it was all quiet contentment and lazy touches. Somehow, we’d made it through even when I was too pigheaded to realize what I felt. Now, we were starting something genuine.
When we dragged ourselves out of the hammock, we showered and spent the day at home. Between swimming,kicking around a soccer ball, and making love on the terrace, the afternoon passed quickly. For dinner, we ordered Neapolitan pizza from a restaurant in town, which we agreed was the best pizza delivery either of us ever had.
After dark, we spread a blanket out on the grass and watched the stars. It wasn’t long until we were at it again. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other and had a lot of time to make up for.
After a late breakfast the next morning, we walked to town and explored the maze of Positano’s winding streets. On my mad dash through town, not much had registered. Now, with Logan beside me, the day was an adventure. Our hands brushed now and then, and the temptation to take his was almost irresistible.
“We have to talk about stuff,” I said. “Set some parameters. I hate not knowing what to do in public.”
He nodded. “As soon as we get back home. I wish I’d thought about it earlier.”
“We had… um…” I couldn’t help smirking. “We were taking care of other important matters.”
“Damn right, we were.”
Laughing, we walked on. Shops spilled onto the narrow stone paths, everything from hand-painted tiles and baskets of lemons to fancy designer outfits. The smell of citrus mingled with espresso and buttery pastries, and whenever we saw something that interested us, we stopped.
We asked a kid to take our picture, then asked him to take one of each of us. Those could go on Instagram, but we decidednot to post joint pictures until we hashed out the details of our relationship.
After Logan posted his photo, we spent a while looking at hand-carved wooden dolphins. There were so many we couldn’t decide on one.
“We’ll come back later,” Logan said. “One of those belongs on a shelf in my living room.”
I nudged him. “No problem. We’ve got most of the month left.”
At one stall, I found a wine cork with a rooster painted on it. I handed it to Logan, saying, “Bet you a hundred euros this cock’s seen some action.”
He rolled his eyes and tried not to laugh. Epic fail. “Very classy.” Leaning close, he whispered, “Not nearly as much action as our cocks have seen the last few days.”
“Best action mine’s ever had,” I said.
He glanced at a shelf and handed me a ceramic banana like it was made of gold. “For your kitchen, so you can remember your time in Italy with a giant yellow dong.”
“I’ll cherish it forever.” I smirked and went on. “But I’d rather remember it withyourgiant dong.”
Heat flashed in his eyes, and he brushed a hand against mine. We stared at each other until someone cleared their throat and asked to get by.
For lunch, we ate meatball sandwiches. Afterward, we walked on and soon came to a boutique specializing in linen shirts. Being the clotheshorses we were, we each found one we couldn’t live without, Logan’s the color of the Mediterranean and mine in pale pink.
As we left the shop, I heard people calling our names, and when I glanced around, there were paparazzi nearby. After the pictures of Natalie and me, they may have been on the lookout, but that didn’t mean we had to talk to them. Logan and I haddealt with reporters enough to know how to look straight ahead and keep walking. Since it was a hot afternoon and we were tired of shopping, we treated ourselves to gelato and took our treasures home.
There, we poured glasses of lemonade and sat on a couch in the living room. Two big ceiling fans whispered overhead, and the cool breeze felt good after our time outside. We were talking about our upcoming Vespa tour when my phone buzzed.
“Shit,” I said, digging it out of my pocket. “I meant to turn the damn thing off and leave it in the bedroom.”
“Who is it?”
I glanced at the screen. “Holky.”
HOLKY: Dog and I went out of town but we’re back. Want to come over for dinner tonight? We could play hoops and grill steaks.
“He wants me to come for dinner tonight,” I told Logan. “What should I say?”
