After I’ve flopped around in my sleeping bag, I sit up.
I’m worried I’ll wake up Ginny and Gigi, who are both out like lights on either side of me. But I’m not going to be sleeping for a while.
“Screw it.” I reach for my phone.
Are you awake?I’ve just hit send on the text to Logan when a light appears outside our tent.
I crawl out of my sleeping bag and over to the flap.
When I unzip it, Logan’s standing a foot away with a flashlight.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” I climb out of the tent and cross my arms over my thin, see-through pale pink tank top.
“Here.” Logan pulls off his sweatshirt and hands it to me. “Let’s go for a walk.”
I step into my sandals before I turn around to close up the tent.
Logan’s waiting for me by the edge of our campsite. His dark hair’s a mess, and he’s as sunburned as I am. He’s wearing gray track pants, a white t-shirt, and bare feet.
We take the wooden steps down to the water. Not a soul is around, and the quiet soothes me.
When we reach the river, Logan takes a seat in front of one of the large cypress trees. He pats the space beside him, and I sit down.
Conflict passes over his face, and he hesitates then sets his jaw like he’s made a decision. “Gigi told me about the quilt. How she begged you to help her find a gift and you brought her to your place and she saw it.”
“She said she wanted to thank you and she couldn’t find you the right gift. You know, the mall’s great for clothing, but not necessarily other stuff.” I probe further. “Why does she want to thank you?”
Logan doesn’t say anything.
“Anyway, Gigi didn’t know I’d made it, and before I could say anything, she asked how much it cost. She wanted to give it to you so much. She just thought it was…”
“Perfect,” he finishes for me.
I exhale.
“But it wasn’t perfect for Gigi and me. Even though I love it.”
I bite my lip. “I’m sorry the whole thing blindsided you in public like that. It really wasn’t my intention.”
I hold my breath and look at his mouth. The pulse in his neck looks like it’s going to jump right out of his skin, and he turns away from me to drum his fingers on his knee.
“I guess it all worked the way it was supposed to.” I breathe out the next sentence like I’m being held at gunpoint. “I’m your past, and Gigi’s your future.”
The pain of the statement cuts through my throat and chest like the sharpest blade of a knife. Logan goes so quiet I nearly ask him if he’s okay.
It’s at least thirty seconds before he answers me. “I guess I’ll have the ‘something old’ gift that every wedding’s supposed to have.”
Even though that’s just for the bride. But I don’t say anything.
Logan shifts toward me and faces me head-on like he’s trying to tell me something. It’s right there in his eyes, but I can’t read him.
“I’m not sure what else to say.” I gnaw at my lip like I’m going to tear it off.
Logan stands up abruptly and turns away from me, but not fast enough. The pain in his eyes nearly blinds me.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask his back.
