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“Great. Thanks.”
We pulled ourselves from the water and entered arm in arm into the change room. “Just so you know, I am supposed to comfort my friend when she is upset. Even though I hate to see what he has been doing to you, I see you love him, and I think its only fair that you have the entire picture in your head when you make the decisions you are about to make. Now go and enjoy having man hands all over your body for the next hour. I’ll see you soon.” She flicked a towel at me, smiled and left the change room in her robe and slippers.
The smell of lavender soothed me as I lay in the darkness, while Nick, my masseur, found every teeny tiny knot in my aching muscles. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft music that floated in the air, my mind drifting to Logan.
As soon as my massage was over, I went to my locker and checked my phone. My assistant had called and left me a message regarding Logan’s order. Then I listened to Logan’s messages. I was just stepping into the shower when Jenna came through the door looking relaxed as ever.
“I am jumping in the shower and then I have to go,” I stated to my sleepy faced best friend.
“Go where? We are supposed to have lunch here too.”
“No time, I need to get back. I have work to do and my assistant needs my help. I should at least be in town to do that.”
Jenna smiled and wrapped her arms around me. “I miss you so much,” she said into my shoulder.
“Me too, babe, me too.”
TWENTY-FIVE
Logan
It had been four days since Leah had left my house running like a mad woman. I hadn’t heard a word from her. I was hoping she would have texted me when she had gotten home but there was nothing from her. I leaned back and looked down at the design I was working on, everything about it was wrong. I was frustrated, in more ways than one, and this project wasn’t helping matters.
My phone rang on my desk, I reached for it hoping it was Leah. “Hi, Logan, it’s Jean.”
I searched my mind: Jean, Jean. Why couldn’t I think of who Jean was?
“From Home Design Magazine.”
“Oh, yes, sorry you caught me in the middle of something,” I said brushing off the fact that I couldn’t remember who she was.
“I received your message. Let’s book you in for that shoot on the first of the month. That way it will give us plenty of time to get you as the featured guest in the following month’s issue.”
I glanced at the calendar that sat on my desk. I had no clue what the date even was and since I hadn’t heard from Leah, I couldn’t exactly fight her on this. After all, I was the one who had called her looking for the date. “Sounds good.”
“Great, see you then. I should be there about three. Oh, and please make sure the designer is there too. I would like to include her in on the shoot.”
Leah would kill me for agreeing to have her there. “No problem,” I said lying through my teeth, I’d worry about it later. I hung up the phone and tried to concentrate on the design I was working on. Instead, I sat and stared at it, so I pushed that project to the side and started to work on another one, but the same thing happened. Lines blurred and nothing was clear.
I grabbed my coat and was about to head down to the coffee shop when the phone rang on my desk. I contemplated not answering it but reached for it anyway.
“Logan.”
The other end was silent for a moment and then I heard a small weak voice. “Hi, Logan. It’s Leah.”
“Hi.” I sat forward, my pulse racing at the sound of her voice.
“The painters will finish up soon and I have the first furniture shipment coming in on Friday. I’m expecting the rest to be there next week then our work will be finished.”
A funny feeling came over me at her words. I didn’t want to be finished with her. “What time do you need me to be home for the delivery?”
“I don’t need you there per se. I’ll get the keys from the painters, and once all the furniture is moved in, I will lock the house up before I go. Once everything is complete, I will leave the key in the mailbox outside the front door.”
I didn’t know how to respond to what she said, it sounded like she didn’t want to see me.
“Does that work for you?”
I wanted to say many things, tell her the truth about how I felt. “Okay. No problem.” The words fell quickly from my lips. In all honesty, it was a big problem.
