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“You’re sure you didn't hand it to anyone? Not Lauren or my mom?”
Logan pursed his lips, “I’m sure. It was cowardly of me, I know. I wanted to knock on the door and ask your mom or your sister where you were. But I wimped out and left it in the mailbox. It’s the biggest regret of my life, Charlotte,” he paused. “Would you have forgiven me if you had gotten it?” Logan asked.
“From seeing your mom today, I think I would,” Charlotte whispered.
“Life’s funny,” Logan said without taking his eyes from the road. “Who knows where we’d be if you’d gotten that letter.”
Charlotte reached over to hold Logan’s hand. “Not here,” she replied.
Logan grimaced. He was thankful that Charlotte was in his life now, but his stomach wrenched with grief over the loss of the last fifteen years, their twenties were gone. They should’ve been together that whole time. “Are you sure about that?” he asked.
“Come on, Logan. Someone did us a favor.” Her voice had changed, it had grown colder. “We would probably be divorced, hate each other, and our kids would hate us. You wouldn’t be Logan Brush, number eighty-eight, and I’d be no better off than Stacy.”
“That’s pretty bleak.” Logan pulled into Charlotte’s driveway and hopped out to open the truck door for her.
“Well, we’re here now,” she smiled and stepped down. Logan caught the tears brimming in her eyes. She looked to the sky and took a deep breath and they were gone.
“We are,” he pulled her in to hug her. “And I’m never going to lose you again. Now, go get your niece.” he gripped her arms and kissed her one more time.
Logan hopped in his truck and immediately dialed his agent. He had to call off the agreement with Serena Cruise before he lost Charlotte again.
Chapter 19
CHARLOTTE MARVELEDat the softness of the silk as she ran the train of the wedding dress through her fingertips. Megan was standing on a round pedestal, biting her lip while staring at her reflection.
Megan’s stepsister, Ariel, clapped her hands and squealed when the primping and smoothing of the dress was done. “It’s perfect, Meg.” Megan’s parents had divorced when she was a child, and when her dad remarried, she found herself with a baby stepsister. Even though her dad’s second marriage was shorter than his first, Megan and Ariel had formed a strong bond and remained close over the years.
Charlotte could tell that Ariel was one of ‘those’ girls whose wedding had been planned since she was a little girl. She was the bright-eyed optimist of the bridal party, and the most involved in the planning. Charlotte was at the other end of the spectrum. She never wondered what kind of dress she’d wear, what color scheme she would have, or hell, if she’d get married at all. She placed value on other things in her life, like her work, and told herself that she didn’t care if she ever got married.
Somewhere in between Ariel and Charlotte was Melissa. She had married her high school sweetheart and worked at The Sugar Peaks Coffee Shop. Megan had confided to Charlotte that she would’ve been lost without her help.
“What do you think, Melissa?” Megan asked, smoothing down the front of the ball gown. “Ariel would like a bedazzled paper bag.”
“Guilty,” Ariel shrugged and smiled.
“It’s just...”
