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“Then why did you?”
“To be honest, I didn’t want her in my office tainting my space. Please believe me. I was going to tell you everything tonight. I just didn’t want to do it over the phone.” She buries her face in my chest and starts to cry again, so I tighten my grip. “She means nothing to me, and that’s the truth. Even if you weren’t in my life, I still wouldn’t touch her. That part of my life is over. I love you. You’re all I want… all I’ll ever want.”
“I love you too,” she chokes out. It kills me to see her so upset.
Cupping her face in my hands, I tilt her head back slightly so I can see her. The pads of my thumbs brush lightly across her cheeks to wipe away her tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you straight away. I just thought it would be better to tell you face to face. Please tell me that you believe me, that you forgive me, and that this isn’t going to come between us. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. You’re my life.”
“I don’t know what to say,” she whispers. “You hurt me. You made me doubt everything I have with you.”
“Tell me we’re okay,” I plead as my eyes scan hers, looking for confirmation. “I would never disrespect you like that. Never!”
She doesn’t say anything, so I place my lips on hers. Relief floods through me the second she kisses me back. I lift her into my arms without breaking the connection and gently lay her on the bed, then cover her body with mine. I’m not moving from this spot until I know with all certainty that we’re all right. I don’t care about the meetings I have this afternoon. None of that is as important to me as she is.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Brooke
Lifting my arms above my head and straightening my legs, I stretch my body before rolling over. I’m wearing a huge smile, but the moment I see Logan’s side of the bed is empty, it instantly drops from my face. I’d been looking forward to this all week: our first weekend off with just the two of us.
John moved into his own place on Monday. He’s renting a small apartment until his property settlement with his wife goes through. It’s not far from here, so I’ll still get to see him often.
Throwing back the covers, I rise from the bed and go in search of my man. He’s been run off his feet with work, and it shows. He looks worn out. I was hoping we could spend a lazy day in bed. We both need it.
“Good morning,” Jill says when I enter the kitchen.
“Morning. Do you know where Logan is?”
“He had to go into the office.”
“This time of morning? And on a Saturday?” I say, feeling hurt that he didn’t mention this to me last night or at least wake me before he left.Is he really at the office?I never would’ve doubted him before, but things have changed. Maybe it’s just me and my insecurities, but that seed has been planted, and I can’t seem to let it go. He’s been constantly reassuring me since the Amanda incident, but I can’t help wondering if he would have even told me about his lunch date with her if I hadn’t caught him out? What would have happened between them if he had gone there? My mind is running a hundred miles an hour. I want to believe what we have is different, but at the end of the day can anyone ever really be sure?
“He left you a note, though. It’s on the counter.”
“Thanks,” I say, grabbing it.
“Are you okay? You look a little sad.”
“I’m fine.” I’m probably overreacting, or it could just be the birthday blues.
“If you say so, dear. Coffee?”
“Please.” Although I’m upset, I waste no time tearing open the envelope.
I’ve organised for Michelle to pick you up at ten. She’s taking you for a day of pampering at the spa, and the cost is on me. Tonight we’re going out on a date, just the two of us. Be ready by six, and wear the blue dress.
Love,
Logan. xx
A lump forms in my throat as I refold the letter and slip it back into the envelope. I don’t know why I’m so upset that he never mentioned my birthday, but in his defence, he probably doesn’t even realise it’s today. I never spoke about it. Or am I more concerned that there’s a possibility he’s not telling the truth? I never suspected Jake was cheating on me when he told me he was working back; I believed him. Look how that turned out. Gah, I hate this.
“Here you go, dear,” Jill says, placing the hot coffee down in front of me.
“Thank you.” Standing, I pick up the mug. “I’m going to take this upstairs, and drink it on the balcony.” As much as I care for Jill, I’m in no mood for talking.
“Okay. Would you like me to bring your breakfast up to you?”
“No, thanks. I’m not very hungry this morning.” I hear her sigh as I walk away.
