“No, I haven’t. Have you checked the place you lost it last time?” A small smile stretches across Amy’s face as she rolls her eyes. “She’s always losing that damn phone. I’m sorry again for crying on you. I made a vow to not cry over my dad again.”
“You can’t stop yourself from grieving. If you hold it all in, it’ll only feel worse.”
She nods slowly in understanding. “He wrote me a letter.”
“He did?”
She nods. “Yeah. It turns out he wrote a new letter every few months to keep it updated in case something ever happened to him.” She rises from her seat and scoots around me, leaning across the centre console of the car to reach for something. She comes back with an envelope and hands it to me. “Here,” she says, sitting back down.
I take out the letter carefully and begin to read. My eyes scan over the piece of paper, every word hitting me hard in the chest. From just one letter, the love this man had for his daughter bleeds from every word.
As I reach the bottom, I can feel my own tears prickling at the backs of my eyes, and once I’ve finished reading, I slip it back inside the envelope and pass it back to Amy.
“Your dad sounds like a great guy.”
“He was. He was the best. I feel like you two would have gotten along.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm. You have the same easy-going vibe, the same sense of humour. He’d always make me laugh…”
“Aside from helping you restore this car, I want to keep making you smile, and laugh, and to take as much of your pain away as I possibly can.”
Chapter 10
Amy
Iwant to keep making you smile, and laugh, and to take as much of your pain away as I possibly can...
He already does.
Hell, I laugh more when Logan’s around than I have done in months. He has this way of taking my mind off of everything and making me feel halfway to normal.
I wanted to kiss him yesterday. I wanted it so bad, and just like the last time, the moment was ripped away from me. I’m starting to think that this is the Universe’s way of telling me that Logan and I are never going to happen. But still, there’s a small glimmer of hope, I just have to hold on a little longer.
“So how’s the rebuild going?” Quinn asks, taking a sip of her coke as we wait for our food to arrive at the restaurant.
“It’s going well. Logan’s working on the mechanical problems first. He showed me how to change a spark plug.”
Quinn raises an eyebrow. “Did he now? What other things has he showed you, huh?”
I giggle. “Not anything close to what you’re thinking.”
“So you’re seriously telling me that you’ve spent all this time with him andnothinghas happened?”
“Well, notnothingexactly…”
She slams her palm down onto the table and leans forward. “Tell me!”
“Yesterday… We almost kissed.”
“Almost?”
“Yep. And my mom interrupted us. I had kind of a meltdown over my dad and Logan was there.”
“Mmm... Was he now...” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Well, they say third time’s a charm so next time you might have better luck.”
“I feel like the universe is trying to tell me something.”
