Then a smile creeps up at her lips. “So…what are you going to do?”
“Well. If this were a rom-com, he would just appear at my door.”
Ivy raises an eyebrow.
I continue, half-laughing. “He’d come back and let me explain that he wasn’t ‘just content’ for a post, and everything would magically work out.”
“Cass.”
“Yeah?”
“Reality check.”
I glance at her.
“Life isn’t a rom-com. If you left him hanging like you said, he probably doesn’t even think you like him as much as he liked you.”
That lands harder than I expected.
“Guys get hurt too, you know,” she adds.
“Right.”
A beat passes before I ask, “So what do you think I should do?”
She winks. “You’re a social media professional. I think you can figure something out.”
“Logan’s not even on social media.”
I huff out a quiet laugh.
“What?” Ivy asks.
I shake my head, reaching into my pocket.
“Nothing. Just…something Logan said.”
My fingers brush the folded note. One that Ididn’tburn. Not yet, at least.
I pull it out and unfold it slowly.
I like when you have the balls to ask for what you want.
The fire cracks in front of us.
I stare at the words for a second longer than I mean to.
Then I fold the note back up and think about what to do.
Chapter Thirty-Six
LOGAN
Two weeks after the trade, I make the move and just put a down payment on my own place.
The house is nice.
It’s not some mansion, but it’s nice enough for my first big-league paycheck.
