“The shepherd’s pie is good,” he said instead, his fingers tapping against the table. “So is the steak and ale pie. And to answer your question, we’re getting married at the end of the month.”
Daisy blinked. “That soon?”
He nodded, but the movement felt uncertain. “Kate wants to do it before she leaves for Boston.”
Daisy’s grip tightened on the menu. “Boston?”
“She got an offer. It’s only for a year,” he added quickly. “I’ll visit when I can.”
She frowned. “Then why rush into it? The wedding, I mean.”
Logan exhaled through his nose, setting his menu down. “You’re asking a lot of questions.”
“Am I?”
“You are.”
They lapsed into silence again, and Daisy cast around for something to say to fill the void but she had to know. Slowly, she shifted her gaze back to him. “I just don’t understand. How do you know she’s the one if you haven’t been together long?”
His jaw tensed. “Have you never heard the saying, ‘When you know, you know’?”
“So, you admit she’s the one then?”
Something in his expression shifted—frustration, maybe. Or something else. “Are you trying to insult me?”
“How?”
“By sitting here, asking me about my relationship when I should be the one asking you.”
She blinked, caught off guard. “Asking me what?”
“Why the hell are you still with someone who treats you like—” He stopped himself mid-sentence, like he’d just realised how far he’d gone. “You know what, never mind. You love him, that’s all that matters.”
Her heart skipped, her breath catching in her chest as the words sank in. “You know nothing.”
“Really? Because I’m pretty sure everyone else in the bar saw the same thing I did.”
She didn’t want to have this conversation. Not here. Not with him. Idris’s behaviour had only worsened over time, and she felt cornered. She clung to the good moments, however rare and fleeting they had become, because she wasn’t ready to face the truth—that her relationship was on life support. But she would never say that to Logan or admit it to anyone.
“Did you bring me here just to humiliate me?”
His jaw tightened. “No.”
“Then why?”
He didn’t answer, so she challenged him again.
“Seriously, Logan, why are we here?”
His eyes searched hers, and for the first time, she saw it—their connection for what it was.
“Because,” he said, his voice slow and deliberate. “Don’t you get it? Daisy, I…I needed to see you.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I…I just did.”
Her breath hitched. She wouldn’t let herself react; to him, this was just a game, she told herself. Instead, she set the menu down and stood. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here.”
