“I suppose my father’s drinking kind of made me think all love would fail. And Mama just couldn’t live without him, which was an addiction in itself.”
“Very painful indeed.” Liza looks at the second card. “But right now, you feel the stinging pain of being separated from your partner.”
“Logan and I were never partners.”
“You were husband and wife.”
“Not really. Not in truth.” I raise my eyebrows at her. “Let’s not confuse me even more, please.”
“Are you lying to yourself?” She picks up the third card. “Your closest circle of comrades wants to help you if you are willing to accept their support. They may know better than you in this case.”
“I don’t think I should have come here.” I stand up.
“Your future card is the wedding card.”
My legs go so weak I nearly fall backward as I sink down into the couch again.
“Logan’s wedding. It’s definitely going to happen tonight. Ben was wrong.”
Liza’s watery eyes grow focused and ever-present as she narrows them at me and fixes me in place. “You need to get clear on what your heart truly wants. The spirit guides cannot help you if you don’t tell them what you need. They won’t interfere with free will.”
I stand up and head for her door.
“Did you hear me? Get clear with yourself, Ms. Henwood! Stop shutting your ears to your own soul.”
Yes, I heard.
I don’t say anything back to her, but I’ve heard her. And the answer is—
I want Logan Wild.
Physically—God, yes, I want him. But I need him emotionally, too, and spiritually.
I want him for myself. Not in a competitive, stab-Gigi’s-eyes-out way, but an I-love-him way and I think we belong together.
Because I remember our first meeting.
And our first kiss.
Our first time together.
Our first everything because we’ve shared it all.
I remember all of it. And the only thing I’d take back is my utter blindness to my own emotions and my stubborn refusal to plant my feet on the ground and live the life I was given.
I run like a maniac down Main Street, not stopping until I’m gasping for breath outside Logan’s cottage. His wedding’s set for five o’clock at The Cowherd, and I have to talk to him before that.
I bang for over two minutes on his door, but he’s not home. I walk over to his parents’ house. He’s not there, either; in fact, nobody is.
As I’m leaving the ranch, I run into Reid. When I ask him where Logan is, he looks at me in surprise.
“He’s on his way to the airport,” he says. “For his wedding in Florida. I’m taking a later flight. Aren’t you coming?”
I stare at him. “His wedding is here in Darcy. Tonight.”
“Not anymore,” he says to me. “Logan changed his mind last night. Today’s wedding is canceled because he decided to just have one wedding in Florida.”
“But the legend…” I begin wildly. “Jane Austen’s ghost…”
