Page 65 of Meet Me at Sunset Cove

He leaned against the porch post, arms folded across his chest. A scarf peeked out from the top of his warm wool jacket, his blue eyes standing out against the snow behind him. He looked more suited to modeling than furniture moving at the moment.

Daisy hesitated, her eyes skimming over the remaining items, and then, “Um, sure…Thanks.”

Logan nodded and stepped forward, bending at the knees to take one end of the plastic-covered upholstered bench.

“It goes just in here,” she said, directing him as they placed it in the hall and then put the rest of the boxes inside the empty parlor.

As last, she shut the door, blocking out the cold. Warmth seeped through her in its place. Despite not having the heat turned on yet and the old single-pane windows, the house really did hold heat pretty well. Daisy rubbed her hands together once more and then turned back to Logan.

“Well…” she said, crossing to the stairs, where she began opening boxes. “Thanks for your help, but I’ve got a lot of work to do, so…”

Logan let out an impressed whistle, and Daisy turned to see him wandering farther in, taking in the space. “So, this is famous Bad Luck Barrett House.”

His footsteps creaked over the floor as he examined Hunter’s banister, reaching out a hand to trace the intricate carvings. Daisy had the urge to slap his hand away.

“We don’t call it that,” she said quietly.

“Oh?” Logan glanced at her. “Sorry. That’s what the I heard the locals calling it, so…”

Daisy turned away, focusing on the task at hand. She pulled a large, framed mirror from one of the boxes and began to lift it, intending to hang it on the wall near the staircase.

“You know, there’s another rumor going around town that you and Hunter are engaged.” He chuckled.

Daisy pulled her pencil from the front pocket of her overalls, doing her best not to react. “We are.”

She could almost feel his smug, amused smirk, but he said nothing.

Logan stepped closer. “Hang on, don’t you think it would be better here?” He placed a hand on her lower back, gesturing to the wall opposite, with a hand held up to frame an imaginary space. “It would catch the light from the parlor better, make the hall feel bigger.”

“I think I know what I’m doing,” she said, pulling away from his touch. Though, looking between the two spots, she had to admit…“Yeah, okay. You’re right. That is better.”

Logan grinned, that dazzling smile playing with her as he took the mirror from her hands and lifted it against the wall. “How’s this?”

“A little up,” she said. “Yes, there.” She stepped forward, ducking under his arms to reach the top and left a mark on the wall.

He waited for her to retreat before lowering the mirror, turning. “See? We’ve still got it.”

Daisy let out a heavy sigh and turned to face him, brushing the hair out of her face. “Look, Logan. I’m pretty busy. So whatever you’re here for, can you spit it out, or leave, so I can get back to?—”

“I’m sorry.”

Daisy blinked. “Excuse me?”

Logan leaned back against the wall, looking up at her under furrowed brows. “You wanted me to spit it out, so there it is. I’m sorry.”

Daisy blinked again, shaking her head against the fog. Her chest squeezed as she dropped her gaze. She moved to the pile of boxes on the stairs, trying her best to keep working, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember where she’d left her box cutter.

“Daisy?” his voice said softly.

“I heard you.”

“Could you say something?”

“What do you want me to say?” Daisy replied, the air struggling to escape her lungs.

“Anything. Whatever it takes to get us past this?”

Daisy whirled to face him. “To get us past this? There is no getting past this, Logan. You cheated on me.”

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