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“Where’s your coat? Or your shirt, Mr. Florida?” Freddie asked.
Logan laughed and the two of them started off on their short walk to Freddie’s house.
Chapter 17
CHARLOTTE SIPPED HERtea and applied her mascara. The butterflies that had been beating in her stomach had left her with little appetite. She tried to focus on work but found herself staring off into space, remembering the softness of Logan’s kiss, the feel of his big hands on her face. She was a grown woman but felt like a teenager waiting for her crush to pick her up for their first date.
Her heart thumped a little faster as the doorbell chimed.
“Auntie Charlotte,” Tabitha yelled, her voice echoed off the high ceilings.
“Let him in,” Charlotte called back.
The setting sun shone through the twenty-foot-tall window and glinted off his sandy blonde hair as he stood in her mezzanine. Her world went into slow motion as Logan turned to her, his closed-lip smile grew to a huge grin complete with adorable dimples.
“Hi,” she said breathlessly.
“Hi,” Logan replied. He stepped toward her and seemed unsure whether he was going to kiss her or hug her. Both options seemed impossible considering that he had two steaming takeout cups in his hands.
She extended her hand out as if to shake his, but instead, he placed a cup in it. “I got you and your niece hot cocoa, both with whipped cream.”
“Thank you,” she smiled and stood on her toes to press her cheek to his, a business handshake kiss, minus the handshake. The entire encounter a confusing dance of jutting arms.
Their ease from the night before had been replaced with sober awkwardness.
She took one of the cardboard cups and handed it to her niece. “That was very kind of you,” she replied. “What do you say Tabby?”
“Thank you,” Tabitha said with a shy smile.
“Lauren isn’t back from work yet,” Charlotte said. “Is it okay if we hang out here until she’s back?”
“Actually,” Logan cast a grin at Tabitha, “I heard that you two haven’t been to a Bobcats game yet and I happen to have two extra tickets.” He pulled an envelope out of his coach jacket and handed it to Charlotte.
“What do you say Tabby?” Charlotte asked. The young girl looked up at her aunt with wide eyes, “Can we?”
“Of course, we can do whatever we want, just go leave a note for your mom.”
