Page 73 of One More Chance
“I know,” Logan replied. “Hey, come for a walk with me.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the group.
“We have to get to the reception,” she protested.
“It will just take a minute, it’s more of a detour, really.”
Charlotte stopped resisting his pull and took two quick steps to match his stride. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” He hoped that she wouldn’t feel the slight tremble in his hand.
She didn’t respond but raised her eyebrows and tilted her head as they rounded the corner onto Main Street.
Charlotte had been extremely busy the past few weeks, and while Logan knew she was a shrewd businesswoman, seeing it in person was another thing. He had to admit that it got him hard watching her in action. She had purchased one of the storefronts on Main Street and had hired Josh to renovate it for the new location of O’Hare Real Estate. She had helped Lauren buy a cute home three doors down from Josh and Megan on Bristlecombe Street and had convinced him to purchase land on Sugar Peaks Way, so he could build his own ‘cabin’.
He submitted the paperwork for a two-acre parcel down the street from Charlotte’s home. She suggested that he stay at her place until his house was built. They both knew that it was too early to officially move in together, so the construction of his house was a great excuse to live together under the guise of a ‘temporary’ arrangement. He wanted to be near her, wake up with her, make her smile, and go to bed with her. He knew that the living arrangement wasn’t temporary and he had the feeling she did too.
She saw the crane in front of her office installing the custom iron sign and squealed. “Is this what you wanted to show me?” she gasped her gaze focused up as the workmen drilled the sign into her building. “It looks amazing,”
“It does look amazing, Char.” He smiled at her enthusiasm. “But that’s not what I wanted to show you.”
Her brow furrowed, “Okay,” she said hesitantly, but let him lead her by the hand to the Sugar Peaks Café.
This is what I wanted to show you.
Logan had hired the blacksmith to forge an iron bench and it sat finished on the porch of the Sugar Peaks Café.
“That’s a nice bench,” Charlotte replied. She leaned in closer to read the inscription of the bronze plaque, tracing the words with her slender fingers. He couldn’t see her face but saw her back heave. She turned and sat on the bench, her full skirt draping onto the floorboards of the porch. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “It’s beautiful,” she said.
Behind Charlotte, the inscription read, “Sharon’s Spot.”
“I love you, Charlotte O’Hare,” he said and sat beside her. She buried her face in his shoulder. “I love you, Logan Brush.”
