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“By the sound of that belly we can share a small pie, I think.”
“Definitely.”
An old man with a shock of white hair came out from the back. “What can I get you and the wife?”
Logan’s belly jumped.
“Oh, we’re not—”
He tightened his hand around hers. “My wife would love a small mushroom and pepperoni.”
Izzy’s gaze shot to his. “Uh, yeah.” She cleared her throat. “And a couple of cold beers if you have it.”
“You got it.”
She ran her nails along the inside of his arm absently befo
re letting him go. “I’ll grab us a table.”
The man waggled his eyebrows at Logan. “You won the wife jackpot, son.”
Logan grinned back. “I kinda did, huh?” He handed over two twenties. “Throw the change in the tip bucket.”
“Hey, thanks. I’ll bring your pie over in a few.” He set two bottles on the counter.
“Thanks.” Logan took the beer and nodded to Sarah as she passed him to get her own slice. She took her food to the far corner and sat with her back to the wall. Her assessing gaze swept the little shop before she settled in with a dogeared paperback. He was glad she was vigilant. It was probably the first time he’d actually been able to let their situation fade to the background.
Probably not a good idea, but seeing Izzy laughing and carefree had been contagious. Enough that he was starting to wonder if he was being overcautious just for the sake of it.
He liked the idea that strangers thought they were more than just a random couple. That they looked like they were a unit unconsciously. They were as far as he was concerned. He wasn’t sure he’d ever want that after Aimee’s stunt at the chapel. Marriage and family had always been one of those things he figured he’d get to when he retired.
Now, he couldn’t imagine anyone else in his life. Izzy was the last stop. Instead of panic, his lungs made room for the first easy breath in years.
He set the beer in front of her. “I’m starving.”
She leaned forward. “Why didn’t you tell that guy he was wrong?”
He sat in the booth across from her. “I don’t know. I liked the idea of it.”
She looked down and he couldn’t figure out what was going on in that head of hers.
Logan caught her fisted hand and shook her fingers loose enough to lace them together with his own. “Is that so crazy?”
She shook her head, but still wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“Izzy, look at me.”
Her lashes lifted. “Do you do anything at normal speed?” Her topaz eyes were bright, but not with tears. Surprise and confusion swirled there.
“Not usually.”
She huffed out a laugh. “You’d think I would get used to it, but no.”
“I love you, Izzy. They’re not words I toss out easily.”
“I know.”
“Here we go folks, a six-cut pepperoni and mushroom.” He served up a slice for each of them. “I threw a few garlic knots on top.”
