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Megan slid in across from Charlotte. “Everything okay?” she mouthed.
“Yes,” Charlotte mouthed back but felt her shoulders shrug. She wasn’t sure if everything was okay. She didn’t know what to feel, but it looked like confessional time was over. She wasn’t going to get the answers she needed until the drunks cleared out.
Muriel shuffled to the table and set down two glasses of water. “How many more tails do you kids want?”
Charlotte smiled. There was something charming about being in your thirties, goofing around with your friends, and being called a kid.
“Make it three,” Josh smiled and held up two fingers.
“That two or three honey?” Muriel smirked.
Josh looked cross-eyed at his fingers and then slowly raised a third. “Three,” he replied.
Everyone at the table burst into laughter.
They sat at the G-Spot for at least an hour, sipping on Muriel’s secret stash, and polishing off five plates of beavertails.
Charlotte felt a warmth from within. This laughter wasn’t fake and didn’t involve business or networking. These were the giggles and guffaws of friends. Her eyes were hooded with the effects of the maple whiskey, but her heart felt swollen with belonging. It took thirty-three years for her to feel at home in Chance Rapids, and now that she felt it, she wasn’t sure that she ever wanted the feeling to go away.
Charlotte averted her eyes every time they caught Logan’s because if she didn’t, she worried that her heart was going to pound right out of her chest. Charlotte’s hate had cast a darkness over his looks, but tonight her vision was clear. Logan had become bigger, stronger. His eyes were bluer, his hair fuller and wavier and he was still the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. She clenched her hands together under the table because every time he laughed the blood pumped a little faster through her veins.
Hating Logan kept her safe, kept him at arm’s length so that he could never ever hurt her again. This new information, the letter, could this change everything?
Chapter 16
THE G-SPOT USUALLYclosed its doors at 2 a.m., but Muriel let the ‘kids’ stay and hang out until 2:30. Megan was the first to yawn. but Logan caught her not so subtle wink at Josh. He wanted what they had. Signals, unspoken looks that told each other what they needed.
“I think we’re going to head out,” Josh grinned and pulled Megan close to him.
“After party at my house?” Freddie grinned.
“Newsflash, Freddie. We are in our thirties,” Logan said, unsure if Freddie was joking.
“Speak for yourself, old man,” he said as he pulled on his shearling-lined flannel coat. “How about it, young lady?” Freddie extended his hand to Lauren.
Lauren smiled but shook her head. “I can’t wait to get home and crawl into bed.”
