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“I think it’s more about what she associates New York tomean.It’s to do with dancing and that’s something she cancontrol.New York is the only place she’s ever been where good things happened toher.So to her that’s where she thinks she’ll findhappiness.But if I remember correctly, she used to have happiness withyou.You were her happiness, and I don’t think that’schanged.”
I consider her words, wanting to believe what she’s saying so badly it’sembarrassing.“I’m not going to try to stop her from going to New York,Bree.”
“No, that’s not what I’msuggesting.What I’m saying is, if you still love her, don’t allow the time you have left to pass by without showing her how youfeel.Don’t let her leave believing herfears.Don’t let her leave, believing she’ll only end up getting hurt if she falls for youagain.Please, just think about what I’msaying.”
We stare at each other for a few moments and Inod.
“Okay… I’ll… think about it.” What she’s asking me to do is to take arisk.
“Thank you.” She rises to herfeet.“Goodnight, Logan.”
“Good night, Bree.”
Chapter 34
Logan
Ispoke to Ethan and got an officer to watch the lake house.Quinn wasn’t aware of his presence.He just blended in with the contractors on site who were working on the house.
I don’t believe in taking chances when a person is being threatened, and neither does Ethan.
We’ve been watching for a little over a week and nothing’s happened.It’s good, but at the same time, it’s vague as fuck.I hate when you can’t figure out what a person is up to.Usually, I’m good at that part.It’s the first thing I can clock.But Riley Langford is a little bit more on the mysterious as fuck side.
Of course, after Bree’s visit, I dug a little deeper.I planned to anyway, but her visit moved my plans up on the timeline.
I couldn’t find much more than I did when I was snooping around the other week.What I found was more shit about his women and numerous affairs.I don’t understand why the prick wants Quinn back if he can’t keep his dick in his pants.Then again, if he’s in love with her, that would be reason enough, regardless of his extracurricular activities.
I can understand being in love with her and not having her.I’m not like that asshole in the least, but I get it.
My solution to my problem is avoidance.His is bullying.
By the end of the following week, I was starting to feel guilty, because I felt it was obvious I was trying to avoid Quinn.Especially when I would check in at the house knowing she wasn’t going to be around or early enough that she wouldn’t catch me.
Then I started to feel like a prick given that Bree had pushed barriers to come and speak to me and I hadn’t done anything.
As promised, I had, however, thought about what she’d said.The problem was I still wasn’t sure what to do.As in I wasn’t sure if it would be wise to take the risk.
That weekend, I ventured to the lake house, deciding I would go and see Quinn.
As I strode across the grass my gaze landed on her sitting by the edge of the lake in the distance and suddenly the answer came to me.The issue was not whether it was wise or not to take the risk.The question was if she was worth it.
Watching her sitting there with that gorgeous mane of velvet hair flowing in the wind and the little white halter neck summer dress caressing her body the way I wanted to decided for me that she was.
Beautiful, inside and out, Quinn Cambray had me hooked the way she always did and I think my fate might have been sealed from when first we said hello nearly twenty-five years ago.
The question for me now was what I was going to do about it.
My next step answered that question.
Each step I take moves me further down that uncertain path, but I’m still going.Getting closer and closer to her.
The brightest smile fills her face when she turns her head and sees meapproaching.I focus on that smile and things become lessuncertain.They become clearer because my body wantsher.There’s no denyingthat.
If I do, I’ll be destined to go through a perpetual agony of need for this complex woman I have this complicated relationship with.
“Logan.” She stands to greet me and I notice she has a little notebook in herhands.
“Hi,” I say, stopping a few paces away fromher.
