Page 121 of Hypothetical Heart
“Come on,” he says when he pulls away, his arm falling around my waist.
We check out and Logan buys the stack of books he had been carrying around for me, despite my refusal, before leaving the store.
The entire ride back to his house, Logan keeps one hand on the wheel and one hand in mine. His finger rubs over the new ring, pulling my hand up onto the dash every once in a while, smiling when the streetlights hit the pink stone.
“What kind of stone is this?” I ask when we hit a red light.
“It’s a pink diamond,” he says. “I knew you’d like anything I picked, and that was the only ring that had the right type of band and stone shape.”
I fiddle with the band, spinning it around my finger while I continue admiring the diamond. “I love it, Logan. Seriously.”
“Of course.” He smiles, looking over at me.
Logan pulls his Benz into the driveway of his house, where Wren is standing, waiting on the front porch.
“I’m sorry about her,” he warns, watching her hurry down the steps toward us.
I open my own door, making him scowl. “You know I love your mom.”
Logan follows me out, and by the time he gets to the passenger side of the car, Wren has already wrapped me in her arms.
“Oh, I’m so happy to see you!” She’s smiling ear to ear, rocking the two of us back and forth. I wasn’t sure if I was going to see her before we went back to New York since she and Mr. Callaghan had been in Europe.
“Me too.” My voice shakes with every movement. “How was Paris?”
She shrugs, pulling away and guiding Logan and me into the house. “Same old, same old.”
They’ve been to so many different places, I can’t even keep count, but Paris most of all.
“Hey, mom.” Logan waves once we’re in the entryway. “Good to see you too.”
Wren unwraps her arm from around my shoulder, nearing her son. “I see you more than I see Winnie,” she says, encasing Logan in a hug.
“Are you making dinner tonight?” he asks, ignoring her. It might already be dark out, but it’s never too late for my boyfriend to eat a homemade dinner.
“It’s already in the oven,” she replies knowingly.
Our conversation is interrupted by the sound of a bark coming from next door. I curse under my breath. I completely forgot about my dog. “I should probably go see her,” I tell Logan.
Suzie most definitely watched from the backyard as Logan and I pulled into the driveway, and her slew of barking likely started because she was upset we never came to say hello to her.
She’s been elated that Logan and I have been home to see her since she’s just getting used to my dad taking care of her while we’re in New York.
“Bring her over here,” Logan says.
I shake my head. “No, no. She’s messy, and I don’t want her dirtying the place.”
Wren waves me off. “It’s no problem. The cleaners are coming tomorrow anyway.”
“Are you sure?” I ask again, and they both nod.
“I’ll come with you,” Logan tells me, grabbing a jacket out of the coat closet nearby and securing it over my shoulders.
We walk out of the Callaghan house and over to the side gate where Susie is not-so-patiently waiting for us. I see her face peering through the crack of the fence, and I know her tail wags faster at the sight of us by the sound it makes thumping against the wood.
“Hi, girl.” Logan opens the fence, no worry in the world about where she’s going to go because Suzie is obsessed with my boyfriend–her dad.
She flashes between the two of us like she doesn’t know who to focus her attention on, but then Logan pets behind her ear, and she leans into him like a sunflower toward the sun.
