It was nice. The air.
The atmosphere of the town.
We weren't affluent by any definition, but it was just my speed.
This was a place where I could live and feel peace.
Exactly what I was looking for.
A breeze brushed past me, and I turned my head, chasing a scent that I could have sworn...
No.
I had to be imagining things.
There was no way that I really smelled Kent's Versace Knockoff cologne.
It was me.
It had to be.
Imagining the other shoe falling.
My cell phone rang, and I dug into my cross-body bag to pull it out.
I saw the screen as I lifted it up to my ear. "Logan? Did you miss me?"
There was a moment of silence and then I heard him groan.
"I wish you were here, honey."
I smiled.
Logan had been gone for a little over a day and going to sleep and getting up alone?
It was horrible.
Or if Logan had said it. It sucked!
I smiled at the thought.
"Hey," I heard his voice, rough and thin in my ear. "You still there?"
"Yeah, sorry. I was thinking that you sound exhausted."
His laugh was almost a whisper.
"A little." He groaned again and she heard the sound of his bed frame shifting under him. "But if you were here, I'd find the energy to make you scream."
I looked at the clock on the wall.
It was almost three in the afternoon.
The shop had been dead since the morning.
One woman had come in to look around the shop. I had a feeling that she might be a good hire.
She'd hinted at looking for a job, but nothing had been settled.
