Page 60 of Savoring Christmas
“But she asked for space, Dad. And now you suggest I ask her to marry me?” Logan asked.
Walter’s expression softened. “Son, she asked for space because she’s scared of making the wrong choice. But right now, she doesn’t know all her options. How can she choose you if she doesn’t know how far you’re willing to go?”
Grace reached over and squeezed his hand. “Sweetheart, if you’re considering sacrificing everything for her happiness, ask yourself something else. Don’t you think she deserves to know that you want her to be your wife, not just your girlfriend you followed to New York?”
Logan let out a slow breath, everything clicking into place. They were right. A love like the one he felt for Mia was once in a lifetime, and he’d been thinking about it all wrong. This wasn’t about sacrifice—it was about partnership. About choosing to build something together, no matter where that took them.
“I should go to Burlington and get a ring,” Logan murmured. “Today.”
Walter nodded. “That’s what I’m talking about. Better get moving before the snow starts again.”
“Maybe Max will come with me,” Logan said, already rising from his chair. “He’s good at shopping.”
Mom stood, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Go find the perfect ring. Then tell her what you’re willing to give up for her.”
He gave her hand a squeeze, then grabbed his coat and keys.
He didn’t know how this would end, but he knew one thing for sure—he wasn’t letting Mia go without telling her exactly what he was willing to do to keep her.
The overhead lightsgleamed off the glass cases as Logan leaned closer to examine a modest solitaire with a vintage-style band. “This one.”
Max peered over his shoulder. “You sure? We’ve seen about fifty rings. You haven’t even asked the price on this one.”
“I don’t care about the price. It’s her. Itfeelslike her.”
Max gave a low whistle. “That’s how I knew with Charlie. You just … know.”
The saleswoman returned with a warm smile. “That’s a lovely choice. Would you like me to box it up?”
Logan nodded, heart pounding. “Yes, please.”
As she stepped away, Max nudged him. “You really going to go through with it? Move to New York?”
“If that’s what it takes. I just want to be with her.”
“Then you’re doing the right thing,” Max said. “Even if I’m going to miss you like crazy.”
“Like Mom says, I’ll only be a plane trip away.”
They left the store fifteen minutes later, the small ring box tucked securely in Logan’s coat pocket. The sky had darkened,snow swirling in the headlights as they pulled out of the parking lot and onto the interstate.
Logan reachedinto his coat pocket to check the time. No phone.
Frowning, he patted his other pockets, then checked the console and glove compartment. “Pull over.”
“What’s wrong?”
“My phone’s gone.” Logan’s stomach dropped. “It had to fall out in the parking lot.”
Max made a U-turn, tires crunching over fresh snow. By the time they reached the jewelry store, the parking lot was nearly empty and the store was dark.
Logan borrowed Max’s phone and opened the Find My app. A green dot pulsed near the corner of the lot.
“There,” Logan pointed. “It’s still here somewhere.”
They searched for twenty minutes with Max’s phone flashlight, kicking through snow, checking under cars, scanning the dark pavement. Nothing.
“Maybe the GPS is off,” Max said, his breath visible in the cold air.
