Page 45 of Bittersweet

The fear that had shot through her body when she heard about Logan’s truck and the worry that he might have been hurt—or worse—made her realize how much she still cared about him. If she was truly honest with herself, she’d admit she could never put her past with Logan behind them for good. Especially now that she knew the real reason he had left.

“Can I take you to lunch?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Okay, we’ll talk then.”

As soon as she hung up, Savannah approached with a look of concern. “What are you doing?”

“I want to help them.”

“By having them move in with you? Are you sure that’s smart with your history?”

“I can’t let him lose his dream because of this.”

Savannah pursed her lips. “What about Brett?”

“We’re having … issues.”

Her eyebrow lifted. “Are your issues about Logan?”

Harper didn’t have a response to that.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Savannah told her.

Harper knew the route to the city overlook by heart, and as soon as Logan drove up Michigan Street, and turned away from downtown, she knew exactly where he was headed.

He wound his way through some residential streets, then pulled into Look-Out Park. The sun shone brightly on this late September day as they stood in front of his car, staring out across the tops of the buildings and on to the horizon.

Harper looked over at Logan, whose eyes were on her. “Talking here might not be a good idea.” It had been their make out spot, after all.

He smirked as he moved to toss his cell phone on the seat of the car. “I didn’t want any distractions this time.” He rounded the car and opened the trunk, returning with a blanket, which he spread across the hood.

Harper took a seat on the edge of the hood as Logan disappeared to the trunk again and came back with a brown paper bag. He emptied the contents and handed her a sandwich wrapped in white paper, a small bag of chips, and a bottled water.

“Well, you thought of everything, didn’t you?”

Logan climbed up next to her, unwrapping a sandwich of his own.

A warm breeze caressed them, and Harper closed her eyes to soak it all in. When she opened them again, Logan was watching her.

“You are so beautiful.”

Her cheeks warmed. “Logan.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s the truth.”

“Thank you,” she replied shyly and took a bite of her sandwich. “Oh my gosh, that’s good.”

“It’s from my buddy’s sub truck. He wouldn’t let me pay after he heard what happened last night.”

Harper shook her head sadly and spoke with her mouth full. “I’m so sorry about your truck, Logan.”

Logan nodded. “I wish I’d parked it somewhere else. It was in a storage lot, but it wasn’t very secure.” His nose scrunched up in annoyance. “Obviously."

“Don’t blame yourself.”

“If I’d found a better place for it, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

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