Kate’s expression softened, and for the briefest of moments, she almost looked like she might smile. “That sounds like it would be good for you. Don’t get me wrong, I love London, but change isn’t a bad thing.”
“Maybe,” he muttered. He hadn’t expected her to say that; he’d actually half-expected her to challenge him about it. “What about you? Will you stay in Boston?”
She shook her head. “Paris,” she replied, almost to herself. “I’ve actually decided I’m going to Paris for a while. Just…get my life in order. Wine, pastries, and French men—you can’t go wrong.”
“Paris, huh? That’s a big move. Do you even know how to speak French?”
Kate shrugged and laughed. “No, but I’ll learn.”
“When do you think you’ll go?”
“Maybe in the new year.”
“You’ll have to learn fast.”
Kate studied him for a moment, her gaze steady. “You’re right. I will.” Then, after a pause, she asked, almost as an afterthought, “Are you still in touch with Daisy? You know, the reporter?”
The question caught him off guard, and his stomach tightened at the mention of her name.
“Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. Curiosity, I guess. I know you really liked her.”
“She wasn’t the reason we—”
“Only she was,” Kate cut in. “You don’t have to lie to me. It’s okay, Logan. I’m not angry about it anymore. I’m more annoyed that we both thought you and I were a good idea.”
“It wasn’t all bad.”
“It wasn’t great either.”
“I don’t know. I like to think we had some good moments. Kind of overshadows all the ugly.”
“Well, I’m glad,” Kate said, forcing a smile. “So, have you? Heard from her?”
He let out a sigh, his fingers grazing his lips before dropping away. “I haven’t,” he admitted, shifting in his seat. “And I don’t expect I will either.”
Kate’s gaze fell to the floor, and Logan could see the flicker of understanding in her expression. She didn’t press him, didn’t ask for more. She simply nodded.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
Logan hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond before reaching for her hand. “Me, too,” he said, his voice thick with regret. “And I mean that, Kate. Truly, I do.”
She didn’t say anything in return. She didn’t have to.
XIII
DAISY
Daisy had learnt about Logan’s divorce through Russell, labelling their nuptials as nothing more than an overpriced party.
“He didn’t even look like he wanted to be there,” Russell told her, adding that Logan had nearly forgotten his vows and had vanished halfway through the reception.
In her heart, she wanted to email him, to check if he was okay and offer her condolences, but it felt insincere. Instead, she sent him a message meant to be tongue-in-cheek, a distraction of sorts, asking how she would know if a man was interested.
It took him a few days to reply, and when he did, his answer was shorter and more pointed than she’d expected.“Trust me,Daisy,”it read.“If a man is interested, you’d never have to question it.”
He had a point. She’d been home for two months, and Callan had begun to drift into the space between memory and afterthought, when he showed up at her work with a bunch of soldiers for an interview with her colleague. He hadn’t texted like he’d promised, so she did her best to ignore his presence. As Logan had said, if hewasinterested, she would’ve known by now.
