Seriously. Why is he everywhere all of a sudden?
“Logan. Hi. Sorry about that.”
“Don't apologize. I didn't realize I had stepped on the race track.” he chuckles, but I just focus on picking everything up so I can meet this truck in time and get to Cassie.
He must sense my tension.
“Is everything ok?” he asks, and I pause, looking up at him from where we are kneeling.
“Yes. No. I’m trying to get to the post office before the guy leaves for deliveries.”
His eyebrows pull together in confusion.
“Couldn’t he just come to your shop so you aren't rushing around and running into people?”
“Yes. Yes he could.. And that's what I had planned, but then Cassie calls and reminded me that I’m supposed to help her paint today, but if I don't get this package out today, it won't get there by tomorrow which is when this weird knife showcase thing needs them, and it's a huge order that would greatly affect my business.”
I stop, sucking in air. Jesus. Why do I ramble so much.
He looks at me, his eyes searching mine, then looks in the direction I was heading.
“Give me the package.”
My heart beats a little faster.
“What?”
“Give me the package, I’ll take it for you.”
“I can't ask you to do that for me.”
“You’re not asking.” he says, his voice low, “I’m telling.”
Our eyes hold for a minute while I contemplate my options. I look at the street sign, then towards where the post office is.
“Are you sure?”
He nods. “Yes. Now go before this whole thing is pointless. I’m assuming the address and everything is already on here?”
“Yes. And in their system.”
“Got it.Go.Your package is in good hands.” he winks, then takes off practically sprinting.
I watch him for only a second, and think back to what Mr Reeves said.
Love is in the air.
Stupid love air.
Cassie's apartment is in the opposite direction, so I turn around and call for a cab.
I pull up to Cassie's 30 minutes faster than I would have if I ran all the way to the post office.
I cannot believe he did that.
My phone lights up with a notification.
Package accepted. -usps