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“Are you sure?” he asked. “I would love it if I could see you every day, Charlotte.”
“I would like that too,” she replied. “And there’s this,” Charlotte rested her hand on the sheets over his package.
Logan smiled. “Should we go home then?” he asked.
“Yes, let’s go home, Logan,” she replied.
And they did go back to Chance Rapids - later that day.
Epilogue
LOGAN BRUSH DIDN’Tthink of himself as the marrying type. Over the years he had dated some of the most beautiful women in the country, but that beauty always faded away into boredom. He looked over at the lineup of bridesmaids and couldn’t help but smile as he saw the woman who changed everything. Charlotte was beautiful inside and out, but it was their connection that kept their relationship growing – he felt closer to her every day. And for the first time in his life, he could imagine himself standing where Josh was now, waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle.
He studied Josh’s face as the church doors opened and Megan walked in. She was radiant with joy, her bouquet of calla lilies held just below her baby bump. Logan saw the tears spring up in Josh’s eye as he watched his bride walk down the aisle.
Logan knew that he was going to marry Charlotte O’Hare. The last few weeks of his life had been the best. Even better than when he was traveling the world as a hockey player. The Bobcats had won the championship, some of his players were being scouted for the big leagues, his mom just celebrated six months of sobriety, and he and Charlotte had been spending almost every day together, making up for lost time.
As the ceremony continued, Logan watched Charlotte. He had memorized the way that her shoulders sloped into her collarbone, the way that her eyes crinkled when she laughed, and the look in her eyes when she was softening up, letting her businesswoman façade fade and allowing the soft and caring Billie Jo Bunkman to come out and shine. He saw Billie Jo now, her dark hair falling over the strapless lilac-colored bridesmaid dress as she watched Josh and Megan say their vows.
As Josh and Megan kissed and the attendees of the small wedding cheered, he looked over at Charlotte, their eyes met as he knew they would. He winked at her and she smiled back coyly.
Spring had fully sprung in Chance Rapids and the wedding party was met with the bright warmth of the mid-afternoon sun. Crocuses and daffodils lined the street, the last of the snowbanks had finally melted, and the whole town smelled of cedar carried through the air by the meltwater in the rushing Chance Rapids River.
The bridal party walked down to Glacier Park for photographs and the air grew cooler as they neared the freezing river. Logan pulled off his suit jacket and slid it over Charlotte’s shoulders. He hugged her from behind and she nuzzled into his neck, “You looked beautiful up there today,” he said, and he kissed her neck.
“You clean up really well, Lolo Brush.” she turned and ran her eyes up and down his body while reaching for his hand.
The group posed for photos on the covered bridge that spanned the Chance River. The red bridge and white snow-capped peaks were the perfect background for the wedding photos.
He saw Charlotte and Megan whispering to each other and glancing toward the groomsmen. He followed their gaze and knew exactly what they were whispering about because he had seen it too. The connection between Ariel and Freddie.
Charlotte caught up with him and hooked her hand in the crook of his arm, “Do you see what I see,” she whispered.
“Yep,” he whispered back. “And thank God. I hope that this will get his mind off Serena. It’s all he’s been able to talk about this past week, his big date.”
“Ugh,” Charlotte lamented.
