Page 11 of Hypothetical Heart
We both nod, making small talk while he heats his food, but then he heads back upstairs, leaving Logan and me alone again.
“I have a favor to ask of you,” I say, turning toward him with my spoon still hanging in my mouth.
“Oh yeah?” He copies my motion, turning to face me. “What is it?”
“Think of it as making it up to me for stealing my package.”
“In that case, I’ll do anything.” He smirks, his free hand falling on my kneecap, which makes a chill run up my spine.
“I was wondering if you would dance with me for the ballet fundraiser…”
“Dance?” he asks. “I don’t think you want me as a ballet partner if I’m being honest, Win.”
The apprehension on his face makes me laugh. “You wouldn’t be doing ballet. It’s a gala to raise money for the ballet company, and Madame Bacri is asking us to do ballroom dancing.”
“Interesting.” His lips purse like he’s in deep thought.
“I know, it’s kind of odd, but it’s for charity, and I really don’t want to be the one who doesn’t?—"
“I would be happy to ballroom dance with you,” he says, cutting off my tangent.
“Are you sure?” I feel my head involuntarily tilt to the side, and I hate the fact that I probably look like a begging dog. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and it’s a huge time commitment. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
He stands from his seat. “Like you said, this is me making it up to you.” He nods at my half-eaten bowl, silently asking if he can take it.
I push the bowl across the counter. “I was joking when I said that.”
“Well, I wasn’t joking when I agreed to it.”
“Logan, this isn’t a silly little dance routine,” I tell him as he turns the faucet on, rinsing the bowls. His back is to me, so I can’t gauge if he’s taking me seriously or not by his face. “It’s going to be a lot of time and work for both of us.”
I’m backtracking now that he seems so set on helping me, suddenly unsure of whether this would be bad for our friendship.
The idea of spending that much with Logan, outside of the time we’re already together, makes my hands clam up and my heart beat a tad faster.
“And I’m saying that I’m committed to doing it, whatever it is that you need from me.” He finally turns back to face me, and I see it written all over his face: the determination to help me and the willingness to do whatever it takes.
“Okay then.” I nod, uncertainty lacing my voice. “As long as you’re sure.”
“Youare what I’m sure about,” he says quietly, to where I’m not sure if he intended for me to hear.
I don’t respond because whether or not he wanted me to hear, I think my smile gives away the fact that I did.
Logan walks around the island, stopping to stand behind the barstool I’m sitting on. His hands rest on my shoulders when I say, “This is going to be fun.”
He laughs. “Damn right.”
4
Ipick up my phone as I flip the page of Billionaire Baby Daddy. Our group chatis going nuts talking about upcoming plans for the weekend.
GENEVIEVE
I’m done being designated planner, Logan can take over.
WINNIE
We just need to figure out where we’re meeting, who’s driving, and what time.
