Page 44 of Stuck Together

“Anytime Rylee. Thanks for keeping me company. I had fun.”

“Me too.” Her giggle filled the air, and it was the most contagious thing I’d ever heard. “Don't forget about your promise.”

I tapped her nose with my finger. “Don't worry, I won't. I'll be in touch soon.” She waved and took off down the hall toward Althea. Logan looked at me with raised brows and a big grin.

“And what was that all about?” he asked.

“Just something I told Rylee I'd help her do.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and straightened his back. He stood tall, taking up way too much space in my office. “What are you two plotting?”

“So suspicious,” I laughed. “We’re not plotting anything. It's a surprise I told her I’d help her with. So, you’re just going to have to wait.”

Now his grin grew and so did his damn dimples. “You know I love surprises.”

“I remember.” My eyes fell to my desk. If I looked at him any longer, I’d melt in a puddle right here at my desk.

He relaxed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Thanks again, Madison. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” I waved goodbye but he had already turned away and headed down the hall to where Rylee and Althea where talking.

They were such a beautiful family and I hated that I missed so much of it over the years. Had Logan and I really been such fools. Him for never calling and me for never coming back? Why was it so hard to let go of the past? And how many times have I told myself to let it go?

I breathed deeply, more confused than ever before. Six months ago my life and career were in perfect harmony. I was happy being single and I thought I was set for a promotion at my last job. I was so wrong on both accounts. I may have new job, one with many complications, but I was no longer happy being single.

Logan popped back into my life and disrupted every barrier I’d carefully place around my heart.

Chapter 14

Logan

Iknew it wouldn’tbe easy to push Madison out of my mind and seeing her every day only made it that much harder. Every time I saw her all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and tell her it would be okay. All she had to do was trust me.

Trust me.

That was the issue wasn’t it? I needed her to trust me when I had already broken her trust in the most painful way possible. She may have forgiven me, but she certainly hadn’t forgotten.