Chapter Fifteen
Mia
Logan was patient and quiet as he watched me check over a list of what was left to do for the wedding on the books and even walked around, looking at the art, while I talked with the wedding planner. A lot of CEOs didn’t get involved in stuff like this, but I liked to. Something about helping people have the best day possible for their wedding made me happy. I wanted everything to go off without a problem, so I tried to take part in the process when I could. My event planner, Denise, was sick today, so I thought I’d step in for this, and her assistant, Meghan, would take over later.
Once everything was in its proper place and the ballroom had been transformed into a Disney-inspired reception, I felt okay to leave Meghan to finish out the job.
“Sorry if you were bored.” I walked over to Logan, who had kept his gaze on me and then ended up helping some of the men arrange tables like he worked here.
“I wanted to be here. It was interesting, watching you work. I’m sure there are parts of your job you don’t care for, like most people, but this part, you really light up for.” He smiled and shoved his hands in his jean pockets, waiting for what was next on the agenda.
“Right. Well, thanks for helping with the tables. Got some exercise in for the day. Um, I don’t have anything else to do besides a few e-mails to answer. Do you have any life coach homework to give me or anything?”
I didn’t think I could take much more emotional revelations today. First, Jay had told me about my whole becoming-a-hermit thing and then Logan’s forgiveness speech. I felt drained and needed a break from thinking and feeling about myself. A yawn caught me by surprise, just from thinking about how tired I felt mentally, and my hand came up to cover my mouth to be polite.
“Yeah. Go answer your e-mails, and then get dressed in something comfy and meet me in the fitness room in an hour.”
“Fitness room?”
“Yep. Do your thing. I’ll see you in a bit!” He walked off without another look or word.
I would do as he’d said, as per the agreement I’d hired him for. Surely, being such a perceptive man, he would have noticed I was tired. Working out was the last thing on my mind.
“You signed the dotted line, Mia,” I grumbled as I took the elevator back up to my office and started sorting through my e-mails.
Five minutes to five, I shut down my computer and went upstairs to get dressed. I did have an image to protect, so instead of the huge-shirt-and-sweatpants look I craved, I put my hair in a ponytail and dressed myself in leggings, tank top, and running shoes. In the mirror, I looked a lot better than I felt inside, which was still very drained. E-mails only made it worse. A few were announcements of weddings and babies, and all I could think about was, I was so beyond happy for them, but they were doing better than me in life because I didn’t have those things. Had been married, and now, that was gone. No babies despite my parents’ dismay. I knew Logan would probably quote, “Comparison is the thief of joy,” like I’d heard and read many times, but I still did it sometimes. Like how I knew fast food was bad for me and probably going to give me a heart attack one day, but I still dabbled in some salty, greasy fries.
So, not only was I tired, but I was also in an ugly mood for feeling shitty toward people when I should just be happy and move on.
I was pathetic.
Logan was talking with a woman when I walked in, and while we had a completely client-and-life-coach-based relationship and nothing more, I did not like the feeling in my stomach, seeing him smile at another woman.
Cue more self-pity for being upset about something that wasn’t even mine.
“I’m here,” I announced, ready to get whatever physical torture he was about to put me through over.
His head whipped around to mine with that sexy grin he’d had on for the fit, short-haired brunette with her perfectly done makeup and pink push-up bra.
But then that grin fell, and he read me like the open book I seemed to be for him. I smiled, trying to backpedal and not be so transparent, but he’d seen through it, which I was sure I was going to get a talking-to right now about my feelings.
“Great. This is Lindsey. We’re going to do some yoga. Don’t worry; it’s only going to be about a half hour,” he said.
He didn’t try to dig into what horrible bitch stick had crawled up my ass in the past hour.Weird.I felt like I’d gotten the hang of thiswhen I feel off, he helpstype of thing.
“I thought we could do this outside on the yoga gazebo. This place is beautiful, Ms. Moretti.” The woman was nice, and I couldn’t fault her for that.
“Thank you. Let’s do this.”
Be positive. Be positive, I chanted the whole way to the gazebo outside the fitness room.
I’d been to another hotel and seen they had a gazebo for picnics, and I’d thought I’d love to do yoga in it. Hence, the idea was born. Of course, I’d done yoga in it once and gotten too busy to ever do it again.
Logan didn’t glance my way again as we walked outside, and it had me feeling strange. I was waiting for him to try to figure out my problem, and he wasn’t going to, it seemed.
Lindsey got me set up with a mat, and that was it. No block or anything else was needed, so I plopped down into a sitting position and looked at Logan, who was doing the same next to me. His eyes were closed, and his breaths were even. He looked like the world around him was in peace, as was the world inside him.
“Welcome, you guys. We’re going to start our practice today in extended child’s pose. Reach those fingers far out, touching the mat, and then melt your body down. Head to the mat. Now, just breathe while you settle into your pose.”
