Chapter 10
Lt. Frederic Henry
Ari
Weeks turned into months that Logan and I didn’t talk. He never tried. I never tried. I thought about him constantly. Nothing could really distract me for long enough to get Logan Turner completely off my mind, but life just keeps going.
I ignored Josie for weeks, finally giving in to her when she showed up at my place and dragged me out of the house to go lay out on the beach. She didn’t even mention him, which I appreciated.
Work continued, codes were written, and games were tested, but nothing seemed to get me out of my funk. I knew I wasn’t trying very hard to shake off my melancholy, but with time, I just hoped it would all fade into a bittersweet memory.
Checking my fridge on a random Saturday afternoon, I realized I hadn’t even left my apartment to grocery shop for far too long.
Enough is enough.
I put on makeup, peeled off the yoga pants I had been wearing for at least two days, and put on my favorite jeans and a nice top.
Making my way to Might As Well felt liberating. I had been avoiding it just in case Logan decided to pull his old stunt again.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Ashlyn called out while pouring me my usual beer.
“Work has been crazy,” I explained, throwing my purse onto the bar top.
“No Logan today?” she asked, unaware of the situation.
I shook my head. “No Logan at all.”
“Are we sad, mad, fine?” Her kind smile lifted my mood.
“We are moving on,” I declared.
“To moving on.” She set my drink down, placing a menu next to it. “Holler if you need anything, sweetie.”
I waved her off, taking a long pull from the flavorful ale.
Other than a group of guys congregated at a far table, I was alone at the outside bar. I breathed a sigh of relief, proud of myself for taking the first step of moving on.
It wasn’t like Logan and I had really been anything, but there was just something about the imprint he had left on me that nipped at the back of my brain over and over. I hated knowing I’d broken his heart and also mine in the process.
Just as beer number two was delivered, one of the men broke away from his group, planting himself right next to me.
“You look so familiar. Have we met?” he asked before his ass even touched the seat.
I cocked my head to the side. “No, sorry. Maybe you have me confused with someone else.”
He pursed his lips. “I wouldn’t confuse such a gorgeous smile with someone else. Do you come here often?”
“Used to.”
“Maybe that’s it then. We’re frequent flyers around this place. Warren.” He offered me his hand.
I politely took it. “Ari.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ari. Are you alone?”
I nodded. “Just came to have a quiet drink and some grub.”
“Why don’t you come join us? I promise we won’t bite.” Warren shot over a gentle smile.
