“Yeah.” That’s the only thing I know at this point.
“So all you can do is trust that this person believes in your relationship enough to not let go of you.”
“I’ve had to push…” I cut off.
“I understand what you’re saying. Macey will be there, Logan. From what you’ve told me about her—and from what I’ve seen with you two—she’s not going anywhere.”
“I didn’t say…”
“You didn’t have to.” He chuckles. “You think I don’t pay attention? Macey is all you ever talk about. She’s everything to you. I’m envious. I can’t imagine that kind of love.”
“You will. Someday, you’ll find the woman who will turn your world.”
He lets out a short laugh. “Doubtful. I’m nobody’s romance hero.”
“Just wait,” I say. “You will be.” I stare out at the darkening sky. “Thanks for the advice, Luke. I know what I’m gonna do.”
“Good.”
Macey
I can’t sleep. I’m sunburned from being at the river all day, and I’m burning up on the inside, too.
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.
