And here we are being awkward again.
I go for a joke. “How are you feeling going up against Ginny and Dave in the contest? I personally think you’re gonna lose the Darcy title to Dave in a landslide.”
Logan’s eyes crinkle in amusement. “I didn’t realize you cared so much about the contest.”
The shadow behind his eyes tells me he’s hiding something, but I can’t figure him out. I’ve always been able to read Logan, and having no clue what’s going on with him these days is disconcerting. My face burns from more than the sun beating down on it.
But this is the moment I came here for, and I can’t keep putting it off.
“I just…here.” I reach into my purse and pull out the divorce papers.
Logan stares at me as he takes the papers out of my hand. He looks down at them and goes to flip through the pages, but I say, “All signed. Don’t worry.”
He swallows hard and raises his head until our eyes lock. His look so…sad.
But all he says is, “Great. Thanks, Macey. I’ll file them right away.”
“Good.” I hesitate and then take off my ruby ring and hand it to him. “And this is for you as well.”
Logan looks down at the ring sitting in his open hand. “This is yours.” He tries to push it back to me. “It was a gift.”
But I bat his hand away. “You gave me your bull ring back. And I can’t keep this. Not anymore.”
His jaw tightens. “Why not?”
“It’s just not right.” I fight back the emotion. “And you know it, too. I married you with that ring on my finger, and I”—I bite my lip and then blurt out—“you know as well as I do what the ring means, Logan. What it stands for.”
He shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other and puts his hands in his pockets. The ring disappears with them, and I almost cry out at the idea of never seeing it again.
He mutters something about no longer being in the mood to see Reid, and then he turns on his heel and opens his truck door. He steps into the cab and shuts the door behind him.
I watch his actions like it’s a slow motion movie—that truck we’ve gotten “stuck” in so many times, that back seat I lost my virginity in…
I sigh and touch my hand to my chest. I’m sweaty all of a sudden. I look up to see Logan staring at me out of his open window. I look back at him for a long moment, remembering every single time we’ve ever made love. And I know he’s remembering, too.
But then, he peels into reverse, backs out of the parking lot, and he’s gone.
50
Logan
* * *
I tear out of the auto shop parking lot and drive directly to Rick Murphy’s office.
“Good. I’ll get straight to work processing these.” Rick goes to take the signed papers out of my hand.
But I hold onto them too tightly, and he ends up with air.
He gives me a second look. “You’re sure about this?”
I force a nod. “I just want to look over them first.”
“Okay.” He waits while I stand in his office and go through the pages, stopping to stare at Macey’s signature.
“Logan.” Rick puts his hand on my shoulder. “If you’re having second thoughts…”
I can’t have second thoughts. Not when it comes to saving Macey’s future.
