again. “You don’t worry about a thing but your wedding, dear.”
“Right, I just…Logan forgot to tell me where his trip was to, and I didn’t want to call and bother him if he was in a meeting,” I lied.
“Come, now. You know he never considers you a bother, and would be insulted to hear you think so. But sadly, I’m unable to help. He didn’t mention where he was going, as he rarely tells me details. I’m sorry. But you should call him. I’m sure he’d love to hear from you, since he mentioned you were still asleep when he left.”
“Yeah, I was.” Anger radiated through my concern. “All right. Well, thank you, and let me know if you or Oliver need me. And please tell Oliver I love him.”
“Of course. Have a great day, Cassandra.”
Okay, so Logan had apparently given her the same story, which meant there may have been some truth to it. As unorthodox as his methods were, it seemed he was truly thinking of me, and wanted to let me sleep in.
But I still needed to hear his voice, desperately. So when my second call to his cell went unanswered, I sent a text.
What’s going on? Wish u would have woken me up to say goodbye. Call me.
His reply dinged several minutes later as I sat eating breakfast.
Sorry I couldn’t answer before, still traveling. I did say goodbye, while you were snuggled to my pillow.
Why didn’t u wake me up?
U needed sleep and looked too beautiful to take that from u.
And just like that, my defenses lowered. The man always knew exactly what to say to make me melt.
Where are u? When r u coming home? Miss u.
Miss u too. Trip was last minute, but I’ll only be gone a day or 2. Please use this time to plan, no distractions, and call me if u need anything.
I couldn’t leave it there. I needed peace of mind. So I quickly typed exactly what I needed to know.
Are we okay?
More than okay sweetheart, always. Have fun today. I love u.
Love u too. xoxo
When I set the phone down, I was still wishing our conversation had been through the phone line and not text so I could better feel him out. But I understood, since he was traveling—perhaps on a plane? Still, I couldn’t quite shake the suspicion that something was wrong. But then again, with my catastrophic previous night, he probably did think giving me some space was for the best.
I’d been overly dramatic. If the worst thing I had to worry about was marrying the man of my dreams, why was I complaining? I could walk myself down the aisle, and as long as Logan was waiting at the altar for me, nothing else truly mattered.
With a new perspective, I started toward the stairs just as Julia came bursting through the front door.
“Morning, chica! You ready? We got a lot to do today!”
“We do?” I asked mid-step, craning my neck around.
She held up a large, overflowing tote bag. “Yeah! With your man away, we have room to play! This wedding is gonna be spectacular!”
Luke entered a moment later, carrying two large boxes. “Where ya want ’em?” he asked.
“Middle of the living room,” she directed.
“Um, do I want to know what’s in those?” I asked hesitantly.
“Samples!” She followed Luke.
“Of what?” I dared to ask.
“Decorations, for the reception. Logan is having them install a giant tent next door, and we get to pick out everything to fill it with! Candles, fabrics, you name it. We can have it all done by this weekend, I’m sure. Sounds fun, right?”
I smiled for the first time all morning, eager to lose myself in creating my dream space.
By the time I lay down in bed that night, feeling satisfied that most of the wedding details were worked out and Blythe would handle bringing it all together, I was not only exhausted but missing my boys fiercely. I hadn’t heard from Logan the rest of the day, and Julia had me too busy to reach out to him. Not hearing his voice for almost twenty-four hours stung at my chest.
I texted him a simple goodnight, and that I missed him. But I knew business
“Right, I just…Logan forgot to tell me where his trip was to, and I didn’t want to call and bother him if he was in a meeting,” I lied.
“Come, now. You know he never considers you a bother, and would be insulted to hear you think so. But sadly, I’m unable to help. He didn’t mention where he was going, as he rarely tells me details. I’m sorry. But you should call him. I’m sure he’d love to hear from you, since he mentioned you were still asleep when he left.”
“Yeah, I was.” Anger radiated through my concern. “All right. Well, thank you, and let me know if you or Oliver need me. And please tell Oliver I love him.”
“Of course. Have a great day, Cassandra.”
Okay, so Logan had apparently given her the same story, which meant there may have been some truth to it. As unorthodox as his methods were, it seemed he was truly thinking of me, and wanted to let me sleep in.
But I still needed to hear his voice, desperately. So when my second call to his cell went unanswered, I sent a text.
What’s going on? Wish u would have woken me up to say goodbye. Call me.
His reply dinged several minutes later as I sat eating breakfast.
Sorry I couldn’t answer before, still traveling. I did say goodbye, while you were snuggled to my pillow.
Why didn’t u wake me up?
U needed sleep and looked too beautiful to take that from u.
And just like that, my defenses lowered. The man always knew exactly what to say to make me melt.
Where are u? When r u coming home? Miss u.
Miss u too. Trip was last minute, but I’ll only be gone a day or 2. Please use this time to plan, no distractions, and call me if u need anything.
I couldn’t leave it there. I needed peace of mind. So I quickly typed exactly what I needed to know.
Are we okay?
More than okay sweetheart, always. Have fun today. I love u.
Love u too. xoxo
When I set the phone down, I was still wishing our conversation had been through the phone line and not text so I could better feel him out. But I understood, since he was traveling—perhaps on a plane? Still, I couldn’t quite shake the suspicion that something was wrong. But then again, with my catastrophic previous night, he probably did think giving me some space was for the best.
I’d been overly dramatic. If the worst thing I had to worry about was marrying the man of my dreams, why was I complaining? I could walk myself down the aisle, and as long as Logan was waiting at the altar for me, nothing else truly mattered.
With a new perspective, I started toward the stairs just as Julia came bursting through the front door.
“Morning, chica! You ready? We got a lot to do today!”
“We do?” I asked mid-step, craning my neck around.
She held up a large, overflowing tote bag. “Yeah! With your man away, we have room to play! This wedding is gonna be spectacular!”
Luke entered a moment later, carrying two large boxes. “Where ya want ’em?” he asked.
“Middle of the living room,” she directed.
“Um, do I want to know what’s in those?” I asked hesitantly.
“Samples!” She followed Luke.
“Of what?” I dared to ask.
“Decorations, for the reception. Logan is having them install a giant tent next door, and we get to pick out everything to fill it with! Candles, fabrics, you name it. We can have it all done by this weekend, I’m sure. Sounds fun, right?”
I smiled for the first time all morning, eager to lose myself in creating my dream space.
By the time I lay down in bed that night, feeling satisfied that most of the wedding details were worked out and Blythe would handle bringing it all together, I was not only exhausted but missing my boys fiercely. I hadn’t heard from Logan the rest of the day, and Julia had me too busy to reach out to him. Not hearing his voice for almost twenty-four hours stung at my chest.
I texted him a simple goodnight, and that I missed him. But I knew business
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