Page 53 of Needing Happily Ever After

Chapter Fifteen

It was earlyon Thursday as Faith made her way down Main Street and into the Birchwood restaurant for her meeting with Brody. The overcast morning had the rain clouds looking as if they could spill at any moment. Faith breathed in the fresh air but she wasn’t worried about rain. At least not the way she would be if there were a wedding at Ever After Ranch that weekend. It was still hilarious to her that she was so in tune with the weather forecast now.

But it didn’t matter whether it snowed on Saturday, because she had the weekend off and she planned to enjoy every minute of not thinking about flowers, or wedding cakes, or first dances, or any of it. But she couldn’t start relaxing yet. The weekend was a few days away and she still had a to-do list a mile long, including some details for a promotional campaign she’d been working on, and one last meeting with Brody for an upcoming event.

At least she didn’t have to worry about what was going on at the barn. She’d left Logan in charge of that.

Logan.

She surprised herself by blushing just at the thought of Logan.

Blushing.

Faith didn’t blush.

Except for maybe the night before at the Knot when he slid his hand across the booth to her leg. No one else had seen it, and it hadn’t gone further than a quick squeeze of her thigh. Just enough to get her attention. And maybe that had been the point. After Damon and Katie had rushed out in a flurry of what could be described as drama, Damon’s friend Nick had introduced himself and joined them at the table.

He was attractive, a fact that hadn’t been lost on Faith. But despite how good-looking the newcomer was, her attention was still on Logan. A fact that she’d found more than a little troubling. And despite trying not to think about it, it was all she could focus on.

“So, this is what I have.” Brody dropped a file on the table in front of her, startling her in the present, and away from thoughts of Logan.

Probably a good thing.

No. Definitely a good thing. She didn’t need to be thinking of Logan in any way.

“All I need from you is a final head count next week, and let me know if we have any allergies I should be aware of.”

Faith flipped open her binder to the file for the Glick and Hunter wedding for the following week.

It hadn’t been long that she’d been in charge of Ever After, but much to her surprise, and just a little dismay, she was getting pretty good at the wedding planning business. Never in a million years did she think that would happen. Never mind the idea she had for a little social media marketing. Hope would be so impressed.

For the next few minutes, they discussed final numbers and ironed out the last few details for catering. Brody’s files matched her numbers, just as she knew they would.

“So, do you have any exciting plans for the weekend?” Faith shut her binder, the meeting over. “With no wedding to organize, I myself plan on doing a lot of sleeping.”

Brody laughed. “If by exciting you mean coaching a soccer game before eating burnt burgers, then yes. Very exciting.”

“That does sound exciting.” It didn’t. At least not for Faith, but Brody looked pleased.

“So things are getting pretty serious with you two then?”

Her friend shrugged but his smile dipped a little.

“It’s not?”

“No,” he said quickly. “We’re just friends.”

Friends. There was that word again. Maybe the two of them couldn’t see what everyone else clearly could. She nodded as if she understood, which she most certainly did not. She didn’t know the first thing about a relationship, having avoided them for her entire life. So far.

She shook her head to clear that random thought. The very last thing she planned to do at this stage in her life was change her entire belief system regarding love because of Logan Langdon. Not in a million years. The idea was so crazy, it was almost laughable. They hadn’t even had sex.

Not that sex was any basis for a relationship.

“What about you?”

The question took her off guard. “What about me?”

“You and Logan—what’s going on there?” Brody’s question was innocent enough. At least, it should have been. There’s no way he could know what it might stir up. “I hear you’re not much for the love thing.”

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