Chapter Five
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Two weeks later,Gabby thought she was going to explode from sexual frustration.
Logan called her the day after their date. He also called her the next day, and the day after that. In fact, for the last two weeks, he called or texted her at least once a day.
They went out to dinner three times, the movies once, and he even talked her into playing miniature golf. Every time he dropped her off, their post-date make out sessions grew hotter and more intense.
Though she wanted to listen to the wailing of her hormones, the words her sister said to her kept replaying in her mind. The intensity of their physical connection made her wary. How could she trust that her judgment wasn’t clouded by chemistry?
Logan never pushed, though he did grimace a few times after she put a stop to the frenzied groping in the front seat of his truck.
On top of the frustration she was feeling, her sister seemed withdrawn. The sadness in her eyes was overwhelming, and Gabby was lost as to what to do for her.
Since The Wild Vine was closed on Sundays, Gabby decided to take care of some chores. After spending the day cleaning, running errands, and doing laundry, she curled up on the couch with the TV remote and a bowl of ice cream. It was her Sunday night ritual to watch all the shows she recorded on her DVR during the week, but her schedule hadn’t exactly been normal since Logan Westfall moved back to town.
The end credits of the first show were rolling when her phone rang. Frowning, she considered ignoring it, but picked up when she saw Logan’s name on the screen.
“Hey,” she greeted. “How are you?”
“I don’t know.”
Gabby paused the television and sat up. “Is something wrong? Is your dad okay?”
“Dad’s fine. Everything’s fine.” He paused. “Are you busy right now?”
“Not really. Just watching some TV. Why?”
“Want some company?” he asked.
Grinning, she answered, “Sure, but you have to watch my shows. I’m two weeks behind on my DVR.”
“Deal. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
After they hung up, Gabby quickly washed her face, swiped on a little mascara, and quickly changed out of her threadbare running shorts into a pair of denim cutoffs.
When Logan knocked on the door, she let him in, laughing when she saw the huge bag of peanut M&M’s in his hand.
He held the bag up. “I brought a snack.”
“That’s great.”
Gabby grabbed him a soda and they settled on the couch, munching on candy as she started the next show.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“Fixer Upper. It’s one of my favorite shows. And they’re in Waco, so it’s not too far away from here. It’s my dream to hire them one day when I’m ready to buy a house.”
“Oh,” Logan responded, definitely less enthusiastic than he was before.
Gabby smirked. “I think you’ll like it.”
Fifteen minutes into the show, he stated, “Okay, so this isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
She laughed. “It gets better. The husband is hilarious.”
He nodded and turned back toward the TV.
