They finished eating in companionable silence, but even after tucking the food containers away, Logan didn’t head for the pool of water. Instead, he rolled over and stretched out on his front, closing his eyes.
Tori took off her own shoes and followed suit, lying down on her back. The sun that filtered through the trees overhead was warm on her face.
“I kind of wish I never had to leave this place,” she finally whispered, breaking the silence.
Logan just grunted.
Men. She rolled her eyes.
“You’d miss Atlanta,” he finally said.
“No I wouldn’t,” she said, surprising herself just as much as him, probably. She did a double-take. No, she wouldn’t.
Her pulse pounded in her neck.
She wouldn’t miss Atlanta. Actually, she wouldn’t miss it at all. Maybe it was time to spread her wings, and go somewhere—anywhere—that Stephen wasn’t.
“Whoa,” he said, pushing up on his elbows.
She turned her head and found him looking at her with a worried expression on his face. “Whoa, what?”
“Don’t make any rash decisions.”
She frowned. “I’m not.”
“You’re thinking about moving away.”
Well yeah, now she was. But only in the hypothetical sense. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. No rash decisions. But I don’t think I can just keep going like my previous life decisions had all been totally cool, you know? Obviously they weren’t.”
“What? No, that’s crazy.” He scowled at her. This time, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. His heart was in the right place, even if he was being a bit obtuse. “This is all about Steve being a dumb shit. No reflection on you. In a few months, you’ll have totally moved on and nobody will remember that you were once engaged to that asshat.”
“Will I?” Of course, she’d move on from Stephen. She was already doing that in her heart, and her mind had been furiously working a mile a minute since her ex had dropped the bombshell on her two days earlier. Figuring out who would get trivia night—she would, Stephen hated it—and the Braves season tickets—all his, she didn’t care. Their life cleaved neatly into two piles, it turned out. And didn’t that just speak volumes to a reality she’d been completely blind to until Stephen got cold feet?
But shehadbeen blind to it.
That couldn’t be skipped over.
She’d been a fool.
How could she just move on?
How could she trust herself to make sound romantic decisions ever again?
Logan bumped his shoulder against hers. “Where did you go in your head?”
“An ugly, self-doubting place.”
“Well, stop that.”
She laughed. “It’s not that simple.”
“Sure it is.”
Easy for him to say. Logan had never had a serious relationship, at least as far as she knew.Shewas his most serious relationship and given that they were platonic besties, that said a lot. Although…maybe she should try it his way for a while. She scrunched her face. Casual sex? Flings?
Didn’t really appeal.
Had never appealedbefore. She sat up, intent on changing the subject. She brushed her hands together. “Last night was fun.”
