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I eventually doze off, and when I wake the next morning, I have a message waiting for me.
Dani: Let’s wait to see what the powers that be decide to do with us
I cough up a laugh, not at all prepared for humor when I’ve just woken.Maybe she's not making herself unattainable, she’s just playing hard to get.
Chapter Nine
Dani
Forthenextweek,the powers that be do notput Logan in my path.At all.And that’s probably a good thing. I don’t have the time or energy to deal with how he makes me feel. How his touch seems to bring me to life again and how his gaze renders me speechless.
I don’t want either of those things happening. Because while it feels nice at the time, as soon as we’re apart and I have time to reflect, I realize how bad an idea it is. On so many levels. Not seeing him is definitely for the best.
Lucy bounces into my office barely five minutes after I’ve arrived on Friday morning with a huge smile on her face. How she has so much energy, I’ll never know, but it’s good to see her back to her positive self.
“You look like you’re bursting to tell me something,” I say when she sits down in my chair and starts swiveling around.
“I do. But I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it.”
Uh-oh.That’s never a good sign.
“Hit me with it. Let’s get it over with.”
Lucy pats the armrest on the chair and smiles. “That’s the spirit. So, Logan is going to be part of the spring fundraiser.” She bites her lip and pauses, anticipating something from me, but I'm not sure what. Although, it is really freaking annoying that she’s bringing him up now, when I was just thinking about him.
“Okay, why aren’t you sure how I’ll feel about that? And how come you know this before me?”
“Let’s circle back to the first question; the second is easier. I may have accidentally mentioned to Rita that a friend of mine used to be a pro surfer, and she may have started cheering and asked for photos.”
“May have?” I ask skeptically.
“Okay, she definitely did.”
I mentally face-palm. “Alright, now, for the first question. And how come you never told me he used to be a pro surfer?”
Lucy scrunches her nose. “First, Logan mentioned he’s run into you a few times, and since you haven’t said anything, I’m wondering if that means you’re trying to block him from your mind.”Is that what I’m doing?It would certainly make my life easier if I could. But no. “And second,” Lucy continues before I get a chance to comment, “is Logan being an ex-surfer something that interests you?” She raises an eyebrow in question.
“No, I just wondered. I…I don’t know. I’ve just got a lot going on right now, and Logan’s…I just don’t have time for it.”
Lucy frowns, the worry she has for me written all over her face. “What’s going on? Did something happen between you?”
“No.No. I promise, nothing’s going on. We’re friends. I think. So, tell me more about what exactly Logan will be doing for the fundraiser. I’m hoping it’s embarrassing.”
Lucy’s shoulders relax as she laughs, seemingly forgetting about my drama. I should tell her. In fact, my therapist has all but begged me to talk to a friend about all the things running through my head, but I can’t. Talking about it makes it too real. Especially when the one person I would have usually spoken to is the person that’s gone. The person I can’t talk about. He wasn’t supposed to leave me. But he did. And I’m choosing not to discuss it.
Lucy runs through some of the ideas Rita has for Logan, and I can’t help but laugh along with her. That is until she says the decision has been left up to me.
There’s a devil on my shoulder, telling me to sign him up for a bachelor auction, but the angel, the one thatalwayswins, remembers that the event photographer is looking for some help. I’m sure it’s not at all what Rita has in mind, but I volunteer him for that anyway. It will give him some exposure and contacts here in San Fran, since he’s basically starting over.
Lucy smiles at that, agreeing with me wholeheartedly as she walks away to call Logan, and a little—tiny, minuscule—part of me wishes it were me telling him the news.
The next few hours of work are somewhat boring, with most of my responsibilities not deadline heavy. You’d think that would be a good thing, but I thrive on pressure. The busier I am, the more I get done. And right now, motivation is a struggle.
I’m shoving a tasteless salad into my mouth when Rita pops her head in. “Dwayne has agreed to the bachelor auction but is not happy about the babysitter.”
They told him already? Ugh, I would have waited.Not that I blame him. I wouldn’t want someone following me around.
“Maybe he’ll turn his life around before the babysitting duties begin. Then he’ll have no need for it.”
