that.”
“That’s better,” he
replied. She could hear an immediate change in his tone. It was lighter,
happier; she could practically hear him smiling.
In an instant, she felt
happier, as well. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her. She
couldn’t understand why she’d been so apprehensive in the first place. If she’d
just said ‘yes’ last night, none of this would've happened. She wouldn’t have
had to deal with the stress and the worry of it; she wouldn’t have craved his
phone calls and the sound of his voice; she wouldn’t have missed her deadline
and upset her boss. She felt like such an idiot.
“I’m so sorry, Logan,”
she found herself apologizing. “I never wanted to hurt you. I was just nervous,
I suppose. I’d never told anyone I loved them before. I've never lived with
anyone before. This is all just so new for me. It's new and scary. I missed you
terribly today.”
“You’re going to love
it,” he assured her. “We’ll be able to spend more time together. We'll sleep
together every night; cuddle up with each other all of the time. It’ll be
perfect. I’ll even be able to cook dinner for you when you come home from
work.”
“You can cook?” She asked,
surprised about that tidbit of information.
“Of course, I can cook.
I’m a brilliant cook.”
“I'd imagine you are. I
think you'd be brilliant at anything you set your heart to do.”
“I’ll pick you up in ten
minutes and we’ll move your things into my house.”
“Ah…” She hesitated,
hating to let him down again, but knowing she couldn’t just walk out the
office.
“What's wrong? You’re
finishing up for the day,” he asked, sounding a bit tense again.
“I can't tonight do it
tonight,” she explained. “I…um…I got behind on some work and I have to stay and
finish it. I’m sorry, Logan. I want to see you tonight.”
“Oh…” He sounded disappointed.
“I’ll be done in about an
hour or so, hopefully. I’ll call you then, okay?” He was silent for a long moment and she felt butterflies take flight in
her tummy again, as she waited for his response.
“Fine,” he said and swiftly
hung up without saying goodbye.
She was a bit put out by the
abrupt way he'd hung up, but she tried to shrug it off. They’d made amends and
everything was fine.
Wow, she was going to move
in with Logan. She felt a small thrill of excitement course through her body.
This was new territory for her, a new chapter in her life.
Charlotte made herself a
quick cup of coffee to try to turn her mind around so she could finish the
magazine spread. She found it so much easier to concentrate, now that the drama
in her mind and her life had been dealt with.
Later that evening, she'd
met up with Logan, as arranged. He picked her up from work in a van. He’d rented
it specifically so she could move everything out of her apartment and into his
house. It was all happening so quickly, she was amazed.
As he steered them
through the evening traffic, she realized she didn’t even know he could drive. She'd
never really thought about that before. Logan had always met her at her office
or apartment. They always walked or took taxicabs wherever they went.
Charlotte thought about how
she was moving in with him without ever having seen or been to his home. She hadn’t
met any of his family or friends. What she didn't know about Logan greatly outweighed
all that she knew. Although she was looking forward to sampling Logan’s 'brilliant'
cooking, it reminded her she really knew very little about him.
She'd never realized it
before, but Logan very rarely talked about himself. All of their conversations
focused on her or on them: their relationship, their future, their plans for
the weekend or the evening out. Whenever she'd tried to turn a conversation around
and ask him any questions about himself, either he'd give her vague, mysterious
answers or he'd simply change the subject.
A part of Charlotte quite
liked that
“That’s better,” he
replied. She could hear an immediate change in his tone. It was lighter,
happier; she could practically hear him smiling.
In an instant, she felt
happier, as well. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her. She
couldn’t understand why she’d been so apprehensive in the first place. If she’d
just said ‘yes’ last night, none of this would've happened. She wouldn’t have
had to deal with the stress and the worry of it; she wouldn’t have craved his
phone calls and the sound of his voice; she wouldn’t have missed her deadline
and upset her boss. She felt like such an idiot.
“I’m so sorry, Logan,”
she found herself apologizing. “I never wanted to hurt you. I was just nervous,
I suppose. I’d never told anyone I loved them before. I've never lived with
anyone before. This is all just so new for me. It's new and scary. I missed you
terribly today.”
“You’re going to love
it,” he assured her. “We’ll be able to spend more time together. We'll sleep
together every night; cuddle up with each other all of the time. It’ll be
perfect. I’ll even be able to cook dinner for you when you come home from
work.”
“You can cook?” She asked,
surprised about that tidbit of information.
“Of course, I can cook.
I’m a brilliant cook.”
“I'd imagine you are. I
think you'd be brilliant at anything you set your heart to do.”
“I’ll pick you up in ten
minutes and we’ll move your things into my house.”
“Ah…” She hesitated,
hating to let him down again, but knowing she couldn’t just walk out the
office.
“What's wrong? You’re
finishing up for the day,” he asked, sounding a bit tense again.
“I can't tonight do it
tonight,” she explained. “I…um…I got behind on some work and I have to stay and
finish it. I’m sorry, Logan. I want to see you tonight.”
“Oh…” He sounded disappointed.
“I’ll be done in about an
hour or so, hopefully. I’ll call you then, okay?” He was silent for a long moment and she felt butterflies take flight in
her tummy again, as she waited for his response.
“Fine,” he said and swiftly
hung up without saying goodbye.
She was a bit put out by the
abrupt way he'd hung up, but she tried to shrug it off. They’d made amends and
everything was fine.
Wow, she was going to move
in with Logan. She felt a small thrill of excitement course through her body.
This was new territory for her, a new chapter in her life.
Charlotte made herself a
quick cup of coffee to try to turn her mind around so she could finish the
magazine spread. She found it so much easier to concentrate, now that the drama
in her mind and her life had been dealt with.
Later that evening, she'd
met up with Logan, as arranged. He picked her up from work in a van. He’d rented
it specifically so she could move everything out of her apartment and into his
house. It was all happening so quickly, she was amazed.
As he steered them
through the evening traffic, she realized she didn’t even know he could drive. She'd
never really thought about that before. Logan had always met her at her office
or apartment. They always walked or took taxicabs wherever they went.
Charlotte thought about how
she was moving in with him without ever having seen or been to his home. She hadn’t
met any of his family or friends. What she didn't know about Logan greatly outweighed
all that she knew. Although she was looking forward to sampling Logan’s 'brilliant'
cooking, it reminded her she really knew very little about him.
She'd never realized it
before, but Logan very rarely talked about himself. All of their conversations
focused on her or on them: their relationship, their future, their plans for
the weekend or the evening out. Whenever she'd tried to turn a conversation around
and ask him any questions about himself, either he'd give her vague, mysterious
answers or he'd simply change the subject.
A part of Charlotte quite
liked that
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