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Before I could say anything else, she stepped into her room and shut the door. I fell back on the couch and dropped by head back. While this was a step in the right direction to repair our friendship, I didn’t feel as good about it as I wished I had. The truth was, I didn’t want to be friends with Madison. I wanted more. And If had any chance at getting more from her, I needed to find a way to get Madison to forgive me. Because despite what I said to Rylee, I really like the idea of Madison being my girlfriend.

Chapter 11

Madison

Ilooked up from mycomputer screen surprised by the darkness in my room. I had been sitting on my bed for the past couple hours reading up on several client accounts Logan got me access to remotely. I hadn’t planned on getting started on this until we returned home, but since we were both getting a little restless, I asked him if I could start reviewing accounts early.

I stretched my arms over my head and yawned. I picked up my phone to check the time and was surprised to find that it was already after seven. I had been so absorbed in reading the files that I had lost track of time.

Come to think of it, where was Logan. He left an hour ago to run some errands and pick up some supplies. I didn't really understand what he meant by that, but I didn’t expect him to be gone this long.

Things had been so much more relaxed between us since we talked this morning. I was still uneasy about the direction of our relationship, but at least we weren’t arguing about the things we couldn’t change.

As much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, I still wanted him just as much as I did fifteen years ago. My feelings for him still ran deep and if I weren’t careful, I’d get hurt even more than I did the first time.

At least we were getting along. Better than just getting along actually. We were having fun together. We had blast earlier on the slopes. It had been so long since I’d gone skiing and it was good to get out there again. Afterward, we sat by the large fireplace in the resort lobby drinking hot cocoa. We laughed, we talked, we reminisced about old times, and caught up on all the years we missed. It was nice.

I shut down my laptop and pushed myself up off my bed. I'd been sitting in one position too long and my legs were stiff.

The door to the cabin opened before I made it out of my room. I walked out and smiled at Logan as he sat several bags on the kitchen counter.

“Hey. I was just wondering where you were. You've been gone for a while.”

“I decided to drive to the nearest town and do a little grocery shopping. I was thinking we could have dinner in tonight. I thought I’d cook assuming you don’t mind staying in. I bought some wine too.”

“You cook?” I narrowed my eyes. “If memory serves me, you once tried to burn your grandmother’s kitchen down when you tried to bake cookies.”

He laughed and continued to unpack the groceries. “Wow, that was a long time ago. Let’s just say a lot has changed since then. Having a child really domesticated me. I'm actually quite a good cook now.”

“Okay. I can’t wait to see this. What are you making?”

“Chicken Parmesan.” His smile grew and dammit if he didn’t look good enough to eat. Can I just skip dinner and let me eat him instead? “You good with that?”

Blinking myself back to reality, I answered him, “I love chicken Parmesan.”

“Great. I didn't know what your wine preference was, so I got a couple bottles of red and white.”