few times.
“Sorry.” She took another sip of beer. “Go on.” She picked up her sandwich and took another bite.
“About three weeks into our engagement, I walked into the apartment to find her in bed with one of our professors.”
She swallowed the bite of sandwich wrong, and he ended up having to smack her on the back once again.
“Maybe I should wait until we’re done eating before I tell you about Tiffany.”
She shook her head and felt her eyes water. “I’m okay,” she managed to say, but pushed her almost empty plate aside. “Go on.” She moved her beer aside as well, then took a large sip of cool water instead.
He shoved the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth then took a drink of his beer.
“I met Tiffany when I worked at CCR. She was the boss’s daughter and naturally had her pick of men at the agency.” He sighed, and she could tell he was struggling with getting the story out.
“What happened?” she asked. She could see the hurt in his eyes and felt a little guilty for pushing him to talk. But she wanted to know more.
He glanced at her, the frown still on his lips. “We started seeing one another and then we didn’t.”
“Something must have happened?”
“Apparently I wasn’t edgy enough to piss off her old man, so she started seeing the women in the agency instead.”
She felt her mouth drop open, then she couldn’t stop the laughter that followed.
“Oh, that’s great. I tell you about my heartbreak, and you laugh.” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively.
She bit her lip as a few faces around the table turned to look at them. Then she was wiping her eyes with her napkin as the laughter took over.
Logan, for his part, continued to stare at her like she’d lost it.
“You . . .” She swallowed the laughter. “You’re the one with a broken heart, not them?”
“That’s what you asked, right?” His voice was low.
“Not necessarily. Were you madly in love with them?” She leaned on the table and watched him closely.
He looked at her, then slowly shook his head. “I have never been in love.”
She made a whooshing noise and tapped him on the shoulder. “I doubt that.”
Just then she realized she’d had too much to drink. She never made noises like that, not unless she was toasted. Sitting up, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Logan’s smile. Taking stock of herself, she realized her hair was falling in front of her eyes, and she reached up to push it away.
“No.” He stopped her, his hand encasing her own smaller one. “I like seeing it down.” He leaned closer and tugged until the clip that held her hair up came loose. Her long hair flowed around her face and shoulders. “There, much better.” Her eyes locked onto his lips and she wished, for just a moment, that she was the kind of girl that could let herself enjoy the moment.
After spilling his heart to Amy in their private conversation, it seemed the entire group disbanded. First the skinny guy who’d sat alone in the corner left, then Logan’s uncle and Leah. Then more. He continued to talk with Amy as the tables around them emptied.
Finally, she looked around and noticed that they were the last of their group still there.
“I’d better . . .” She glanced down at her watch. “Oh, how did it get to be so late?”
“Time flies.” He stood up and helped her pull her blazer on. He was sad to see those sexy shoulders of hers get covered up with the heavy material.
“Thanks,” she murmured.
“Here, I’ll walk you back to the office parking lot.” He held out his arm for her. She hesitated for just a moment, then took his arm.
When he opened the pub door for her, she glided through and he followed her out into the balmy night. There was a cool breeze that sent her hair blowing into her eyes. She tucked the loose strands behind her ears.
“I didn’t mean to laugh at your heartache,” she said as they made their way back up the hill.
“I know. I guess
“Sorry.” She took another sip of beer. “Go on.” She picked up her sandwich and took another bite.
“About three weeks into our engagement, I walked into the apartment to find her in bed with one of our professors.”
She swallowed the bite of sandwich wrong, and he ended up having to smack her on the back once again.
“Maybe I should wait until we’re done eating before I tell you about Tiffany.”
She shook her head and felt her eyes water. “I’m okay,” she managed to say, but pushed her almost empty plate aside. “Go on.” She moved her beer aside as well, then took a large sip of cool water instead.
He shoved the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth then took a drink of his beer.
“I met Tiffany when I worked at CCR. She was the boss’s daughter and naturally had her pick of men at the agency.” He sighed, and she could tell he was struggling with getting the story out.
“What happened?” she asked. She could see the hurt in his eyes and felt a little guilty for pushing him to talk. But she wanted to know more.
He glanced at her, the frown still on his lips. “We started seeing one another and then we didn’t.”
“Something must have happened?”
“Apparently I wasn’t edgy enough to piss off her old man, so she started seeing the women in the agency instead.”
She felt her mouth drop open, then she couldn’t stop the laughter that followed.
“Oh, that’s great. I tell you about my heartbreak, and you laugh.” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively.
She bit her lip as a few faces around the table turned to look at them. Then she was wiping her eyes with her napkin as the laughter took over.
Logan, for his part, continued to stare at her like she’d lost it.
“You . . .” She swallowed the laughter. “You’re the one with a broken heart, not them?”
“That’s what you asked, right?” His voice was low.
“Not necessarily. Were you madly in love with them?” She leaned on the table and watched him closely.
He looked at her, then slowly shook his head. “I have never been in love.”
She made a whooshing noise and tapped him on the shoulder. “I doubt that.”
Just then she realized she’d had too much to drink. She never made noises like that, not unless she was toasted. Sitting up, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Logan’s smile. Taking stock of herself, she realized her hair was falling in front of her eyes, and she reached up to push it away.
“No.” He stopped her, his hand encasing her own smaller one. “I like seeing it down.” He leaned closer and tugged until the clip that held her hair up came loose. Her long hair flowed around her face and shoulders. “There, much better.” Her eyes locked onto his lips and she wished, for just a moment, that she was the kind of girl that could let herself enjoy the moment.
After spilling his heart to Amy in their private conversation, it seemed the entire group disbanded. First the skinny guy who’d sat alone in the corner left, then Logan’s uncle and Leah. Then more. He continued to talk with Amy as the tables around them emptied.
Finally, she looked around and noticed that they were the last of their group still there.
“I’d better . . .” She glanced down at her watch. “Oh, how did it get to be so late?”
“Time flies.” He stood up and helped her pull her blazer on. He was sad to see those sexy shoulders of hers get covered up with the heavy material.
“Thanks,” she murmured.
“Here, I’ll walk you back to the office parking lot.” He held out his arm for her. She hesitated for just a moment, then took his arm.
When he opened the pub door for her, she glided through and he followed her out into the balmy night. There was a cool breeze that sent her hair blowing into her eyes. She tucked the loose strands behind her ears.
“I didn’t mean to laugh at your heartache,” she said as they made their way back up the hill.
“I know. I guess
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