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We’d just sit in silence and drink—and I would kill for one right now.
But I can’t.
If my forgiveness is what Logan is after, he can start by asking for it. Sayingwhite flagand silently offering me a drink isn’t going to cut it.
But really, it doesn’t matter what he does.
I will never forgive him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Logan
One sleepless night isn’t ideal—but manageable.
Two certainly stretch my capabilities; still, I make it work.
But after my third sleepless night, I’m starting to worry about my sanity.
I caught brief spells of sleep, but they never lasted more than half an hour before I was staring at the ceiling again, my mind racing with all sorts of nonsense.
The first night, I forced myself to only think about the facts of what happened four months ago. On night two, I was four hours into sleeplessness before I caved and let myself wonder what I’d do differently if I could go back—if I’d agreed to hear her out like she’d asked.
But last night, I couldn’t stop myself from exploring an entirely new avenue of thought.
If Ihaddone things differently, what would life look likenow?
But then the sun rose, and I shoved every one of those thoughts from my mind. They’re a waste of energy—impractical. Not only does Kasey despise me, but the facts of our situation haven’t changed. We don’t trust each other, and in all my whirling thoughts throughout the night, I couldn’t think of a plausible reason for that to change.
Too much has happened for things to go back to how they were.
And I’m not convinced I’d want them to, anyway. Aside from Kasey’s technological talent, there aren’t any upsides to a future with her. She’s not from a prestigious family. She can’t strengthen any alliances. She wasn’t raised to entertain or conduct herself as a boss’s wife.
Isabella, on the other hand, can offer me all of those things.
Going to the reception last night was pleasant enough. It’s always good to show my face at events and remind the local families that I retain my power over them.
Isabella conducted herself just as she was expected to—with poise and elegance. She knows when to listen, when to share an anecdote, when to laugh, and when to offer sympathy.
She’s everything my wife is meant to be.
And she was the last thing on my mind.
I should’ve stuck with my original plan to wait until Kasey was gone to continue my pursuit of Isabella. Maybe then I’d have my head on straight, instead of spending two hours at the hotel bar, hoping Kasey would change her mind and join me.
I don’t get out of bed any earlier than I have to. My mind may be restless, but my body is desperate for some decent sleep. When it’s finally time to get up, it takes more effort than it should to drag myself out of bed.
I didn’t give Kasey a specific time to meet me in the hall, but it’s almost seven, and I figure she should be ready any minute now.
In a gesture I tell myself isn’t creepy, I lean into the door that joins our rooms to see if I can hear anything from the other side.
I can’t.
At seven on the dot, I knock, but there’s no answer.
I give it a few seconds, listening for any sign of life before knocking again.
Nothing.
