Page 67 of The Runaway Bride's Vow

After Dylan left, Logan pulled up Brooke’s emails and started reading. It didn’t take him long to know exactly what he had to do. It wouldn’t be easy. In fact, it would be quite hard for him, but he supposed that was what would make it a grand gesture. And so, he set his plan in motion.

Home at last.

It had taken three long days of driving, but Brooke was finally back in her empty apartment. It had been too late to contact Logan. And as excited as she was to see him again, she knew nothing good would come of the conversation if she was exhausted.

But when she’d gone to sleep, she’d dreamed of Logan. They were happy and married on their honeymoon. When she began to wake up—when she was in that happy spot lost somewhere between dreamworld and reality—a smile pulled at her lips.

She yawned and stretched. Was her dream too much to hope for? Maybe. She wouldn’t know until she saw Logan.

She reached for her phone. There was no word from him. And she hadn’t emailed him since before she left Iowa. She had been a ball of nerves. She didn’t want to write anything that would upset him and ruin this chance for them.

Her stomach shivered with nerves as her fingers moved over the screen. She hesitated before messaging him. Where should they meet? Her place? Probably not a good idea since she had next to no furniture. And she didn’t want to meet at his house since that was part of the problem between them.

It took her a moment, but then she realized the perfect place for them to meet up. If things went well, it would be the perfect setting. And if things didn’t go well, it would be easy for them to go their separate ways.

Brooke

I’m back. When do you want to meet up?

She stared at her phone for a moment. There was no response. She realized it might be a while until he got back to her. For all she knew, he might be on shift at the firehouse. If that were the case, it might be a long time until he was able to respond.

She set aside her phone and got out of bed. She still had a couple of days until she had to return to work. She had no idea what she was going to do to keep herself busy. Sure there were a million things that needed to be done, but she didn’t feel like doing any of them.

Before she could get a shower or even have some coffee, she had to unload the boxes from her car. She just hoped some towels were in those boxes.

It took a while to carry five boxes up to her apartment. She couldn’t remember what she’d packed. To her utter regret, she hadn’t marked the boxes. So she just started ripping them open until she found a box full of bathroom supplies. Thankfully, she’d kept her new towels.

She checked her phone, but there still wasn’t a response from Logan. She sighed as she headed to the shower. It felt good to be home. It would feel even better once she had some furniture around her.

By the time she was showered, her hair styled, and her makeup on, there was a response from Logan.

Logan

On my way for coffee. Want me to get you something?

He was being thoughtful. That had to be a good sign. Right?

Brooke

Are you going to Lacy’s?

Logan

Yes.

Brooke

I’ll meet you there. Leaving now.

Logan

See you soon.

She grabbed her purse and keys as she headed out the door. It didn’t take her long to reach the coffeehouse. With it being Friday morning, she was surprised to find a parking spot. Of course, the space was empty because another car had parked over the line, not leaving much space for another vehicle. She jockeyed back and forth until she squeezed her car into the spot.

She rushed up the walk. When she lifted her head, she saw Logan standing in front of the coffeehouse. Her heart thundered in her chest. A hesitant smile pulled at her lips as she continued toward him. When he didn’t return her smile, she subdued it.

Nervous energy pulsed through her veins. Her instinct was to rush up to him and throw her arms around him, but she knew that was totally out of line, considering the circumstances. He wasn’t giving off any warm and fuzzy vibes. In fact, he reminded her of the standoffish way he was the very first time they’d met.

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