AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My heart stops as she smiles at me, and there’s no bitterness there. I wish there was.
Don’t say it.
Christ, don’t say it.
“He was looking for you, Bethany Rose.”
She stands and taps her long fingers against the counter like she didn’t just tip my world off balance, like the earth isn’t spinning at lightning speed around me.
“Now, I’m not one to let some misplaced jealously get in the way of the wedding I’m supposed to have with the man I’m destined to marry. And if Logan thought you were good, then you must be amazing. So, I’d really love if you could join us in two weeks and take some pictures of our day. We shouldn’t let all of Logan’s work in finding you go to waste.”
My mouth simply flaps open and shut. My thoughts are too many and my words too few.
I don’t know how she reads the shock on my face as agreement, but I don’t argue with her when she says, “Great. Wow, that’s a relief. I’ll see you in two weeks.”
And with that, she simply waves and leaves, taking the world I thought I knew with her.
My eyes sting but no tears fall, my hands simply rattle at my sides.
“Beth?” I flinch as Molly’s warm hand rests on my shoulder. Eden is at my side now, too. When did she move?
“He looked for me?” Emotion clogs in my throat, making my voice thick. “When were they supposed to get married?” I finally ask.
“Three years ago.”
I think I stumble because Eden grabs my elbow. “We had no idea.”
“Why? Why did he look for me?”
They both share a look before flying into action. One tosses my hair, or maybe she’s trying to tame it, while the other pulls my apron from around my waist.
Molly grabs either arm, giving me a small shake. “Don’t ask us. Go and talk to him.”
Eden giggles. “I’ve got goosebumps everywhere.”
They’re right. I need to talk to him.
He looked for me.
He looked for me three fucking years ago.
We’ve wasted enough time.
I nod before grabbing my purse from under the counter. I’m out of the coffee shop and marching across the square toward the tattoo studio in the next breath.
“Damn you, Logan,” I whisper as a single tear streaks my cheek. “What have you done?”
Forty-Eight
Logan
“Is Logan here?” Beth’s voice is muffled on the other side of the door.
“He’s in the office, but I think he might be busy,” Kyle says. “Beth, you can’t… Shit.”
Ignoring his protest, she’s already swinging the door open before stepping inside and slamming it shut. The sight of her tear coated cheeks has my heart dropping to my stomach and my legs turning to lead until I’m standing.
“Beth?” I round the table and step towards her, desperate to close the distance between us and erase the moisture from her face.
