Can I come by?
She only responded with a thumbs up and tried to spend the next few minutes breathing slowly. She was in no mood for round five of Logan versus Hanna, but she had to admit, she was curious what he wanted.
They’d mostly avoided each other after he’d popped by Milo’s, and the brief times they’d been forced together, they had found some sort of neutrality.
“Hey,” Logan said awkwardly, sliding into the booth, replacing Milo’s broad shoulders. They took up space in such different ways.
Logan was dressed for his last day of interviews in a shirt, a belt, and shiny shoes he used to reserve for weddings. Now she imagined they saw plenty of action in office buildings with equally glaring floors.
“Morning,” she said, careful to assume he was there with good intentions, as much as she didn’t want to.
She stared, waiting for him to speak.
“How’s your week been?”
“Not bad,” she said, and she wanted to tell him it was fucking incredible, but that would be selfish of her. Cruel even.
“I’m really sorry,” he started. “I know that half our conversations lately have started with me apologizing, but I feel like things are so weird between us, and I just would love it if we could patch them up before I’m back in New York.”
“I know,” she sighed. “And I also know that I haven’t exactly made things easier for either of us.” Logan’s face softened with the relief that she was willing to take on even one iota of the blame. “I don’t want to watch Sara and Matty get married across from someone I hate.”
“I don’t want that either. At all. The last few days have been hard. I didn’t realize how much I missed the four of us together, you know?”
“I do. We used to have a great time.”
Logan winced. “I hate that I ruined it all.”
She chuckled a little. “Yeah, me too. But for the record, I think it was the right thing to do. We had so much growing up to do.”
Logan nodded. “Hanna, I have to ask you something, and I need you to just be honest with me.” She knew what he was going to ask before his lips parted. Jealousy sizzled between them like lightning before thunder. “Is there something happening between you and Milo?”
“No,” she said. “I told you. We’re just friends.”
Which would be the truth, as of Sunday morning, even if she’d just kissed him goodbye before work like they were three years of marriage and a kid on the way into a relationship.
“Okay,” he said. His eyes darted across the diner, searching for anything but her.
“Okay,” she shrugged.
“It just seems like you guys have a thing.”
Hanna hung her head forward. “Do we really need to do ten more rounds of this?”
“You’re right,” he said, reaching for her coffee. She slapped his hand away. “I’m sorry.”
She couldn’t help herself. “How’s Sloane, by the way?”
Logan looked out the window. “Fine.”
“Great!” Hanna chirped. “Was there anything else?”
“No,” he said, flipping a menu down from the end of the table. “You down to grab breakfast? It would be good civility practice for the wedding.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. Logan and Matty were so similar sometimes—they couldn’t go fifteen minutes without food. She’d already eaten with Milo, but she could attempt to be a grown up with Logan.
“You wanna tell me more about New York?”
He winced. “Are you sure you want to hear about it?”
