What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Well, we will let you get back to it,” I say awkwardly and start to walk away.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll just walk with you both for a bit. You can point out the best deals.”
“Pass.”
“Sounds good,” Meg and I say simultaneously.
I turn to her and glare. Traitor.
“So, Logan. Tattooing? That’s very unexpected,” Meg muses as we wander.
“I suppose it is,” Logan replies as he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand.
I see old habits never die, he always rubs the back of his neck when he feels awkward or uncomfortable.
“Do you like it?” Megan asks, tilting her head to the side.
“I do,” he smiles. “I always doodled growing up but never really took it seriously.”
That’s true, Logan always had a sketch book with him when we were kids. My mom would comment on how talented he was and encouraged him to pursue art. There is no way his father would have supported that decision, though.The world didn’t need any more starving artists.His words, not mine. I wonder what he thinks about Logan’s career choice.
Meg continues to lead the conversation as we walk along.
I pretend not to listen as I check out the different stalls filled with fresh vegetables and preserves.
I decide to buy blackberry jam before continuing.
“How does it feel being back in your old house?” she asks as we pause to look at cut flowers.
I choose a bouquet of daisies. They always make me happy.
“It was weird at first, but I love that house. I didn’t realize how much until I came home.” He meets my eyes, and I quickly look away.
I vividly recall the last time I spent the night at that house. I feel my cheeks heat and pray he doesn’t notice.
Meg turns to me and says, “I just remembered! I told Claire that I would meet her and Ben today and I’m late. I better get going. Love you,” she says as she gives me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before quickly walking away.
“Nice seeing you, Logan,” she calls over her shoulder.
You have got to be kidding me. Just remembered my ass, I mumble as I take a deep breath.
I watch Megan weaving her way through the crowd, and I try to figure out how to disappear into thin air.
“I should go too.”
“Where did you park? We can walk you to your Jeep.”
“That’s not necessary,” I say as I start to walk back the way we came.
“It’s not necessary, but I want to.” He reaches for the small bags in my hands, but when I don’t let go, he quirks an eyebrow in silent challenge.
“Fine,” I relent, releasing them into his waiting hand. He will probably just follow me if I don’t.
We walk in awkward silence for a minute. I notice the curious looks we receive from the locals. Most will remember Logan. They will also remember that we dated and our ultimate break up. And what was happening when we broke up. Great. We will be the topic of town gossip before the end of the day. I have to get away from him.
“Logan, I really need to go.” I reach for my purchases, and he shakes his head.
