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“You don’t need to answer right now,” he says, interpreting my hesitation as nerves. “But will you think about it?”
He’s giving me an out, but I don’t need it for the reason he thinks.
Iwantwhat he’s offering me. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. But it’s not that simple.
I could tell Logan the truth now and risk his wrath—risk losing him.
Or I could waitonemore day, then say yes without any secrets between us.
It’s then—in the moment I choose to wait a day—that I understand why I don’t want to.
I am in love with Logan Consoli.
And, though he didn’t explicitly say it, I think he loves me, too.
So, I nod and start counting down the seconds to when I can tell him everything.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Kasey
I can barely contain my good mood as I walk hand in hand with Logan through the base the next morning.
The pure, uncharacteristic optimism flowing through my veins is making me giddy.
All I can think about is how it’ll feel to have this secret out in the open. To tell Logan that I want to stay and be with him.
To tell Logan I’m in love with him.
I didn’t sleep at all.
The mix of anxiety and excitement was a mental roller coaster that kept me wide awake. I spent the night soaking in the warmth of Logan’s embrace, memorizing each strong beat of his heart, and hoping like hell it wasn’t the last time he held me.
When we walk into Ford’s office, Damon is already waiting for us, lying on the sofa as he always does.
“I’ll be back at noon to take you out to lunch,” Logan says, lifting my hand to kiss my knuckles.
I can feel Damon’s eyes on us, and my cheeks burn at the thought of someone witnessing Logan’s unrestrained affection.
“You don’t have to do that,” I tell him.
“I’d like to see for myself that you’re taking a break. You’re not going to overwork yourself like yesterday.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile I couldn’t suppress if I tried. “But I get to pick where we eat.”
With a farewell kiss that I’m sure makes Damon uncomfortable, Logan leaves for his office.
My phone buzzes as soon as he’s gone.
Logan:Change of plans. We’re not going out after all. We won’t be leaving my office until I make that blush permanent.
My heart does a backflip, and a jolt of anticipation hits my chest. I have half a mind to follow him now and let him make good on that promise, but I need to exonerate myself first.
I put my backpack down—a backpack that is bulkier and heavier than the one I usually bring to the base—and I force myself to ignore the guilt at having brought the go-bag in the first place.
I won’t need it.
IknowI won’t.
