“What, are we 13?” Claire laughs, shaking her head.
“Come on, it always helps me get some clarity and make decisions when I write things down.”
Sighing, I agree, “Okay, it’s worth a try, I guess.”
Claire opens her backpack, pulls out a pad of construction paper and some washable markers and hands them to Beck. That bag is magic, I tell you; I wonder what else she has hidden in there. Beck sits cross legged on the deck and proceeds to draw columns with bold black line and writes Pro and Con across the top underlining it twice with flourish.
“Green for pro, red for con, and I guess we will use yellow for maybe, just like stop lights.” She laughs, waving the markers in her hand over her head. “I’ll go first.” She writes amazing artist in the pro column. “He’s very talented. He’s already making a name for himself at the studio.”
“He’s objectively a horrible dancer. We have video evidence.” Claire laughs as she imitates him from her seat. Beck switches to the red marker and adds it to the con column.
“He has a great shoe collection. I don’t think he has worn the same ones twice since I’ve met him. I’m kind of jealous to be honest.” Beck writes it down. Me too, I like shoes.
“He’s friendly, and a great dog dad. I see him in town walking Morgan and he’s always stopping to talk to people,” Meg adds, nodding at the growing list.
“You said he can cook.” Beck points a green marker at me.
“He can definitely cook, I was impressed,” I confirm as Beck adds it to the list.
“He’s really hot.” We all look at Meg in various degrees of surprise. “What? I’m married, not dead,” she says rolling her eyes.
“He’s the entire package. Tall, dark, and handsome with tattoos to die for,” I agree. And an amazing kisser, I mentally add to the pro column.
“He looks like he takes care of himself. Fit men have more stamina.” Claire winks.
“I’m surprised you can think of a pro,” I muse, raising my eyebrows.
Claire rolls her eyes. “I’m jaded, but I appreciate a sculpted body. But seriously, I don’t hate him, I hate what he did to you. Whatever you decide to do I will support you 100%.”
“I know, I appreciate you.” Reaching over, I squeeze her hand.
“You have a lot of history together,” Meg murmurs, twisting her wedding band.
“Is that a pro or a con?” Beck questions, looking between us.
“Could be both I guess,” I say quietly.
“What are your pros and cons, Hannah? This is your list,” Claire asks.
I think for a moment. “He smells really good. He always smelled good, but the sandalwood cologne he uses now is nextlevel. I always thought it was strange when authors describe the scent of a man, but I get it now.”
“What else?” Meg encourages tilting her head.
“One of my favourite things about Logan is that he listens. When I talk to him it’s like I am the only person in the room.”
“Give me more,” Beck urges as she writes “listens” with an exclamation on the pro side.
“He’s always been very thoughtful. He pays attention to small details and remembers them. And when we were younger, he could often predict my needs before I even knew what I needed.”
“That’s really sweet, Hannah.” Meg leans back in her chair and pulls her knees to her chest.
“He probably still knows you better than anyone else,” Claire points out. “I doubt time apart erased that.”
“Okay, when I say this it’s with the upmost respect because he is my coworker,” Beck puts the marker down and looks to each of us before saying, “but all that swagger implies he has a really big dick.”
“You are the absolute worst,” I say, burying my face in my hands, then peak through my fingers at my friends who have broken out into giggling schoolgirls.
“Well, now I need to know too,” Claire laughs, holding her stomach.
