Page 59 of Savoring Christmas
LOGAN
Logan sat at his mother’s kitchen table nursing a mug of coffee, staring into it like it might offer some clarity. He hadn’t slept much—hadn’t stopped thinking about Mia since she walked away from his car two nights ago. For whatever reason, he’d gotten up that morning and come to the only place he’d ever come for answers to his problems. His mother’s kitchen.
Grace set a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of him. He pushed it aside, unable to stomach anything but coffee this morning. She sat across from him with her own coffee and gave him a long, quiet look.
“You know I love you, right?” she asked gently.
Logan glanced up. “I know.”
“Then I hope you’ll forgive me for saying this.” She reached across and touched his hand. “But you’re being a little bit of a baby.”
A corner of his mouth twitched. “Well, that’s subtle.”
“I’m serious, sweetheart. That girl is in love with you. Anyone can see it. And you’re letting fear talk you out of the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
Logan rubbed a hand over his jaw. “It’s not that simple, Mom. I can’t ask her to give up her dream job. Especially not after how hard she’s worked to get her life back.”
His mother shook her head, giving him a gentle smile. “Young people and your ambitions. When you look back on your life when you’re my age, you won’t think about your work as much as you will all the times you’ve had with the people you love. Do you love her?”
“So much it hurts.”
“Okay, then. You love her. She loves you. And, yes, she has a great opportunity in New York. However, you can work anywhere.”
“What are you talking about?” Logan asked.
“You can practice law anywhere, isn’t that right?”
“Are you suggesting I move with her?” He gaped at her, shocked by the suggestion.
“Men have done more for love than move to another state.”
“I have a thriving practice here. Plus, all of you. My brothers and nieces and nephews. I don’t want to miss it all. Anyway, I love this place. This is my home.”
“New York isn’t another planet,” Grace said.
“It kind of is. Think of how much it costs to live there. I’d have to take the bar exam there. It would take a while to get a practice up and running.”
“Yes, but you can do all of that. We’ll come visit. You’ll fly home. And you’ll build something new—with her. A family of your own.”
Logan leaned back in his chair, heart twisting. “I don’t want to lose her.”
“Then don’t,” his father said from the doorway, stepping into the room with his thermos in hand. “Go after her.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “And do what exactly?”
Walter raised both eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. “Let her know you’ll follow her to the ends of the earth.”
Logan’s chest felt tight, but lighter somehow too. “You really think I should go to New York?”
His father nodded. “I think, if you want her to know how serious you are, you need to show her. Not just with words.”
“Like what? A plane ticket?” Logan asked.
Walter studied him for a long moment. “Son, you’re talking about uprooting your entire life for this woman. That’s not just following someone—that’s the kind of commitment people make when they’re planning a future together.”
Logan felt his heart skip. “You mean …”
Walter tilted his head. “How about a ring?”
