Throughout the week, Abbie threw herself into story after story. But today, she fought to maintain concentration. She was tired, and all the coffee in the world wouldn’t save her. She’d conceived tons of story ideas over the last few months, but none seemed to grab her right now. Everything she typed up, she deleted.
Her phone buzzed on her desk, and her heart stopped. But it wasn’t Logan.
Erin: Abbs, I love you. But you’re an idiot.
Abbie: Gee, thanks.
Erin: Call him.
Abbie: He hasn’t answered any of my texts :(
Erin: Then go.
Abbie: Where?
Erin: Wherever he’s at this weekend. Get your butt on a plane ASAP!!!
She started a reply three different times, but deleted them all. Then she tried to text Logan again, but couldn’t manage to find the right words for him either. Nothing she tried so far had worked, so why would new words matter? Calling him? No, she couldn’t do that, even though everything inside her wanted him to come back.
Abbie: He didn’t even say goodbye :(
She watched the little gray bubble on her phone, waiting for whatever Erin was typing to come through. After several seconds, her phone rang instead.
“Hey.”
“Don’t youheyme,” Erin scolded. “Abbs, if you love him, why aren’t you doing anything about it?”
She stood and moved to the door, slipping outside. She strolled down Main Street to avoid Jamie’s eavesdropping. The girl was still completely starstruck over having met Logan after the rodeo last weekend. The mere mention of his name made her spew a dozen questions about him.
“What am I supposed to do, Erin?”
“Stop waiting for him to come back, for one. This pitiful woe-is-me thing you have going on is not your best look.”
“But I—”
“Izzy, put that marker down!” Erin hollered. “I have to go.Dosomething about this, Abbs.”
Hardly half a dozen moseyed steps down the sidewalk, another call came, but her hope dropped when she saw it wasn’t Logan’s name on the screen.
“Abbie?”
“Hey, Christy.” Abbie waited, expecting the call to be about their next chocolate andNCISmarathon.
“Are you available next Thursday at nine?”
That seemed an odd time for their next hangout, but she could use a friend to commiserate with; Erin wasn’t giving her any sympathy these days. “What did you have in mind?”
“You have an appointment at the title company to sign your closing docs.”
“Come again?”
“Your house, Abbs. Logan bought it for you. He signed the addendum to put everything in your name. It’s paid for, you just need to be there to sign the paperwork.”
Her heart pounded in her ears at the news. He gave her the house. “You’re sure?”
“Very. So, you’ll be there to sign?”
She glanced down at her empty ring finger, panic clutching her chest. She’d tossed it away in the dirt parking lot like a fool. Could it still be there? “I’ll call you back.”
