I turn in a slow circle, taking it in.
“Logan…”
He shrugs, suddenly a little less cocky. “Riverbend University’s baseball field. I wanted to be the one to show it to you.”
Something in my chest tightens.
“Oh my God,” I laugh softly. “This is insane. It’s like we’re in high school.”
“Wait,” he says, already moving.
He jogs a few steps away, and grabs something off the grass I didn’t even notice before—a blanket and a small speaker from a bag.
“You planned this,” I say out loud. It’s almost a question—but not quite. Because it’s obvious he put thought into this little rendezvous.
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“I’m very surprised.”
“What, didn’t think I could plan stuff? I’m a man of many talents.”
He grins as he spreads the blanket out right there on the outfield grass like this is completely normal behavior.
We sit down, and he reaches into the bag for the bottle of wine, along with two paper cups.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope.”
He twists the cap off, fills up my cup and hands it to me.
“Cheers, Cass. To one-night stands, roommates, and heavy coincidences from the universe.”
“And to wine.”
“Yes. To wine.”
We cheers each other, looking one another in the eye, and then he pulls out a cowboy hat.
I lose it.
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh, absolutely yes,” he says, placing it on his head with full confidence.
“Fine. Cheers. To hot cowboys.”
“Save a horse. And ride…well you know the rest,” he adds.
He leans back, pulls out a speaker, and presses something on his phone. Music starts playing.
The Dust Devils.
I freeze.
“No way.”
Logan just shrugs, like this is nothing, like he didn’t just pull the most romantic night ever out of thin air.
