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She grins widely. “Excellent. Now what?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, taking a sip. “It was a one-time thing. It shouldn’t have happened at all, but did, so we move on. Case closed.”
A look flashes across her face as she brings her glass to her mouth and takes a drink, a smirk dancing on her lips.
“What? What was that look for?”
Still smiling, she replies with a quick, “Nothing.”
My eyes narrow across the table. “I don’t believe you.”
“And I don’t believe you,” she states, a big grin on her lips.
I gape at my friend. “What’s not to believe?”
She shrugs, her green eyes full of mischief. “That it was a one-time thing.”
Gasping, I sputter my reply, “Wh-what? Of course, you know, once. One time. Never ever again. Like ever.”
“Mmmhmm,” she practically sings, that annoying smirk on her face still.
“You know what? Whatever, I’m done talking about this,” I counter, shaking my head in disbelief.
“All right, done.”
“And we won’t ever have sex again!” I practically shout.
Hiding her knowing grin, she nods in agreement. “Never again.”
Never again.
That’s what I keep telling myself over and over.
Unfortunately, I don’t think the rest of my body concurs with my brain. I’m just going to have to prove to myself—and Blair, apparently—I can hold steadfast and resilient when it comes to Logan.
One and done.
That’s it.
Keep telling yourself that…
Chapter Eight
Logan
The bell over the door chimes, so I look up from the counter to greet the customer. A smile spreads across my lips as she approaches the counter.
“How’s my favorite son today?”
“Pretty good. How’s my favorite mom?” I ask, pushing aside the packing slips from today’s truck delivery to give her my complete attention.
“I’m great. Have a hair appointment up the block in fifteen minutes, so I thought I’d drop by and say hello. How was the wedding reception?”
That one question triggers rapid-fire flashbacks, things I don’t need to be thinking about in the presence of my mother. Clearing my throat, I quickly reply, “It went well. Everyone seemed to have a great time.”
She nods. “I wish I could have stayed longer. I was just so tired from traveling,” she states. Mom returned from a week-long trip to her sister’s house in northern Iowa. She had just returned home on Saturday in enough time to get ready for the wedding and drive over to TD and Ellie’s house. Even though they would have been perfectly fine with her skipping the ceremony, Mom wouldn’t hear of it.
TD practically grew up at my house, and likewise, me at his. We became friends in third grade and never looked back. Where one went, the other was right beside him, and anytime I found myself in trouble, he was usually along for the ride and in just as much trouble as me. He has always been my sounding board and the person I went to when my life turned upside down.
