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“I should go,” he said. “I’ll pick you two up tomorrow morning. Around eight?”
I nodded. Disappointment gnawed at me that he wasn’t even staying to watch the movie. Although at this point it was safe to say we weren’t watching the rest of it.
I walked him to the door. He didn’t kiss me again. If anything, he couldn’t escape fast enough.
I shut the door behind him, and the light inside me that had appeared when Jared first stepped back into my life dimmed.
Chapter 23
Callie
With the exception of the one time when Alexis, my parents, and Logan had been driving to San Francisco, Logan had never left L.A. You’d have thought we were driving to a foreign country based on his excitement on the way down.
Then again, weweretalking about Disneyland.
Because we couldn’t play music, I sat in the backseat with Logan so it was easier for him to hear me. Fortunately, he never brought up the kissing incident again.
And neither did Jared.
In fact, Jared acted as if we hadn’t kissed at all.
Pathetic. The word twisted around my heart, its barbs digging in. When would I learn? I wasn’t special to Jared. He wasn’t falling in love with me the way I was falling for him. I needed to get over him and move on.
If only it was as simple as that.
“Look. There’s Disneyland.” I pointed to the Ferris wheel and the roller coaster, needing a distraction from the pain. With a name like California Screaming, I could guarantee that roller coaster was a ride I wouldn’t be going on. Although, the way I felt right now, at least I’d have a legit reason for screaming that wouldn’t have caused raised eyebrows.
“Do you remember coming here when we were kids?” Jared asked me.
“I remember you were madly in love with Cinderella.” To Logan I said, “He wanted to get her autograph so badly, he dragged our families around, searching for her.”
“Did you see her?” Logan asked. I couldn’t tell if he was impressed or not that Jared had at one point crushed over a Disney Princess.
I giggled. “No. It was Cinderella’s day off.”
“Did you get any autographs?”
“Yes. But only from Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends.”
Logan’s face lit up at the mention of Pooh.
Jared found a parking spot on the grounds. Holding Logan’s hands, we walked through Downtown Disney, with its restaurants and Disney-themed stores, to the main entrance. Because it was spring break, the lines through both security and the main park gate were long. Once we were through them both, Jared loaded Logan onto his shoulders.
“Where to first?” I asked Logan. “You want to visit Winnie-the-Pooh and go on his ride?”
“Yes, Pooh!” Logan bounced on his father’s shoulders.
I smirked at Jared. “I guess you’re not moving fast enough.”
“What’s that?” Logan asked, pointing to a white and gray building that resembled a small Louisiana plantation, complete with four white pillars extending to the roof above the second floor. A graveyard on the grounds in front and to the side of the building added to the haunted feel of the place.
“It’s the Haunted Mansion,” I said. I didn’t get to finish what else I was going to say, because—
“Oh. My.God!” a female voice shrieked. A cluster of twenty-year-old females rushed in front of us and suddenly stopped. I swear they were bouncing as much as Logan had been on Jared’s shoulders.
“Oh. My. God,” the shrieker repeated. “You’re Jared Leigh. Guitarist for Pushing Limits.”
Her sidekicks squirmed their way between me and Jared, effectively pushing me out of the way. Nice.
