Page 219 of It Should Have Been You

I’ve been staring at that text for half the day, wondering why he won’t tell me why he wants to meet me. I mean, we live feet away from each other.

I glance up at the clock. I’ve got five minutes, but the curiosity has me itching to leave.

Molly pushes her way from the kitchen, catching me checking the damn phone again. “You should finish up. It’s quiet. I’ve got things under control here.”

Usually, I would refuse the offer, but I’m about to combust.

“You’re sure?”

“Of course.”

I don’t waste another second. As I’m packing up, Molly calls out to me, a strange glint in her eyes. “I’m going to miss you.”

My brows furrow. “I’m only going across the street.”

Her grin widens as she waves me off, “Yes. Yes, you are.”

She knows something, but I know even if I ask, she won’t tell me.

The air is crisp as I cross the street to Logan’s studio, autumn well settled into the streets of Pine Falls. I push open the door, the soft chime of the bell echoing. It’s quiet in here, too.

Venturing further, I find Logan waiting for me, Hannah and Isabel on either side of him.

“What are you two doing here?” I ask, taken aback by the sight of them.

Hannah bounces on her toes, barely containing her excitement. “We have a surprise for you!”

“You do?”

Logan only sends me a slow wink and I melt all the way to my feet, the chill from outside quickly forgotten.

I look between them. “A surprise, huh? Does it have anything to do with why I’m here?”

Logan just chuckles, ruffling Hannah’s hair. “Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Impenetrable.

Isabel giggles from her spot beside him, her little hands covering her mouth as if she’s guarding a secret.

They herd me out of the tattoo studio, and I let myself be led, my curiosity fully piqued now. We stop in front of the building next door.

Logan hands me a key, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Go ahead.”

Confused but eager to know what's going on, I insert the key into the lock, turning it with a click. The door swings open, revealing a flight of stairs. Hannah and Isabel grab my hands, pulling me forward with infectious excitement.

“What's going on?” I ask, glancing back at Logan who only nods for me to continue.

I let them lead me up the stairs, and the sight that greets me at the top leaves me stunned. It's a fully equipped photography studio.

The studio is an impressive blend of design and functionality. Natural light filters through vast windows, illuminating the room in a gentle glow. Neutral walls serve as a blank canvas, ready to highlight any color palette, while an array of backdrops in various hues and textures are set in one corner.

Lighting equipment—soft boxes, umbrellas, beauty dishes, ring lights—are scattered around, a spectrum of tools to achieve the perfect lighting.

In the room's heart, a large desk laden with high-resolution computer monitors sits as the creative command center. A top-tier printer waits patiently nearby to materialize digital art into tangible prints.

Two doors branch off to other rooms, likely housing a treasure trove of lenses, tripods, and more, the stuff photographers dream of.

It's like Logan walked into a store and asked for one of everything a photographer could ever need or dream of.

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