Page 59 of Puck Drop
“It’s a lot harder getting a job at one of these places than I expected,” Logan explains. “They don’t even pay for shit,” he huffs, annoyance obvious on his face. “But they have a long waiting list only to be called for an interview, let alone to actually get hired.”
I lean back against the chair in defeat. It was such a great idea, but way too good to be true. It only makes sense that it can’t work out for me.
“I’ve never seen any of your paintings,” Logan’s voice cuts into my sad thoughts. “I have no doubt that you’re talented…”
The pressure in my chest causes me to press a hand to it. “I haven’t painted in a while. I drew while you were away to D.C. But I haven’t done anything else in a long time.”
Logan gives me an apprehensive look. “But you still like it? Making art?”
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.” I shrug in self-deprecation. “I always assumed I would succeed, but…”
“But you decided to follow me here and throw it all out the window. For me.” He gives me a sad smile when he says it.
“It wasn’t just for you, Lo,” I argue. “It was for me, too. I wanted to be happy. With you.”
We stare at each other over the table full of food that has yet to be touched. I squirm in my seat, wondering where he’s going with all this. Maybe he is breaking up with me after all. It would be the cherry on a very craptastic day.
“Could I see your drawings?” Logan asks from out of nowhere. “You promised you’d show me.”
“Now?”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Why not?”
On shaky legs, I get up from the table and go to the living room where I put my drawings in the drawer of my one side table. I pull them out and head back to the kitchen, wondering where Logan is going with all this. I hand him the papers and sit back down.
I get really nervous when he just flips the few pages over, then looks at all of them again.
“I know nothing about art,” he starts. “But these are seriously amazing, Lizzie.”
He sounds like he is in awe with what he’s looking at, and I blush when our eyes connect.
“I never doubted your talent,” he tells me. “But you’re blowing my mind, woman.”
A warm feeling spreads inside my chest, calming me down. I don’t feel as stressed about my life as I was before he got here.
“I want you to move in with me. I have a spare bedroom that you can turn into a studio. You can paint there,” he spells it out when I don’t say anything.
“Logan,” I gasp in shock. “You’re crazy!”
He shrugs, completely unaffected by my words. “Just as crazy as you were to follow me here like that.”
I laugh at that because it’s true. Now, as I look back, I realize that I did not think things through. I don’t regret coming for him, but I do regret doing it in such a dramatic fashion.
“So now you want to make an art studio in your house to match my craziness?”
“Why the hell not,” Logan laughs. “I want to be with you. Your apartment can’t accommodate us both for much longer. And most of all, I’d love to come home to you after every game on the road.”
I shake my head at him, feeling out of my element. What if I make another mistake accepting Logan’s offer? Have I not done enough damage to my life?
“Come on, babe,” Logan stretches his arm across the table, inviting me to do the same. “Let’s be crazy together.”
Crazy together.
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Logan
“Thank fuckher place was small and she didn’t have much shit.”
