Chapter Thirteen
As soon as dawn comes, we’re up and dressed.
“Let’s stay a little longer.” Logan’s request causes me to drop my shoe, and I look back at him.
His eyes are bleary from lack of sleep, but the tiredness can’t hide the emotion lurking in his gaze.
Our night is over. And it will be months before we touch each other so intimately again.
“What are you asking?” I say.
“I’m not sure.”
We study each other in silence for over thirty seconds.
Then, Logan reaches out and pulls me into his arms. “I like the way things are between us, Mace,” he says. “But that was one hell of a night.”
“Best ever,” I say honestly. “My one night with Mr. Darcy is something I’ll always cherish.”
“I’m glad. You know I’ll be your Darcy whenever you need me.”
* * *
Logan pulls on his clothes, and we drive into town. I’ve just caught sight of The Cowherd up ahead when Logan abruptly slows the truck to a stop and pulls over to the curb.
“Hey.” He catches my wrist as I turn for the door. “I have an idea. Let’s hang out today.”
I furrow my brow. “But I have to work just like you do.”
“When was the last time you took the day off?”
I open my mouth to remind him of taking my father to his latest rehab stint.
“Not for your daddy.”
“Well…” I think. “Mama needed my help with Free last month when she…”
“For you, Mace.” He narrows his eyes. “A day just for you.”
I look down at the dash. “I don’t know. It’s been a long time.”
“Exactly why we need to change that. Right now.” He turns off the truck and faces me. “You and me. All day. Starting…” He looks at the nonexistent watch on his bare wrist. “Now.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re not wearing a watch, Logan.”
“I know. And neither are you. We’re not keeping time today. We’re going to do whatever the heck we want. What do you say?”
I think for about a second. “Yes,” I say, smiling at him. “Sounds perfect.”
His eyes light up, and I know I’ve surprised him. “Cool. Let’s go.”
We exit the truck, and he comes around to the sidewalk to meet me. He sticks his hands in his pants pockets and extends his elbow. I take it.
“First stop?” I say. “My duplex so I can change.”
* * *
I shower and change into a pair of cut-offs and a purple tank top with the wordRelaxwritten on it, and then we walk to Logan’s.
