I made a face. Why did that matter?
We chatted about Blake’s new plan to propose. Now that he was going to be a father, he couldn’t wait to get started on his happily-ever-after with her. That was how he knew Amy was the one.
“Do you know if Logan wants kids?” That forced my eyes to dart around and drew Blake’s suspicion. “What is it?”
“We’re not public with our relationship. It’s complicated right now. But yeah, he wants kids.”
“And other than today, things are good between you two?”
“Yes. Yeah.” I gave a slight nod. “They’re good.” And they were. Right?
Blake’s amber-colored eyes blinked and his eyebrows lifted. “What is it?”
I’d forgotten how well Blake knew me, and what a terrifically awful liar I was. “I told him I loved him. Like, a while ago. He hasn’t said it back.”
His eyes widened. “I’m sure he will.”
“I know. It’s just hard, though. I’m in love with him. Like, head over heels, crazy as hell in love. Birds singing and rainbows and all that shit. He feels it, I think, but I need him to say it.”
A half-smile formed on Blake’s lips, and the silence made me babble.
“You know,” I continued, “I thought he hated me and I couldn’t have cared less, because I thought he was an arrogant, self-absorbed jerk. But I was totally wrong, and the whole time I was too blind over you to notice him. I’m pissed at myself for not realizing sooner.”
“Realizing?”
Since we were having our first honest conversation with each other in what felt like a lifetime, I pushed through. “That he could be the one I end up with. I know it’s too soon, and that’s such a ridiculous thing to say. The One. Ridiculous to be feeling, but . . . that’s the way it feels.”
Blake’s gaze left mine and went over my head in alarm.
This restaurant had fast service, was affordable, and close to our office building, which meant it was crawling with coworkers. I’d never thought he’d walk in and risk it, but I’d been wrong.
“Hey, man.” Blake’s worried focus shifted back to me.
I glanced over my shoulder and couldn’t breathe. Logan hesitated behind me, his face unreadable.
“How long have you been there?” It was barely a whisper.
“Since the birds were singing,” he replied, his voice unsteady.
Oh shit. Shit! Nothing like confessing you believe he’s the one after only two months of dating. He came to the table and stood over us, his wide, hypnotic eyes on mine. At least he hadn’t bolted, but I had absolutely no idea what was going on inside his head. I wanted to slide under the table and hide.
The rich brown stare swung away from mine. “I’m Logan Stone.” He extended his hand out to Blake, who blinked at the hand, then shook it.
“Blake Haluson.”
My brain refused to function. My gaze went to the tabletop and my ears burned in embarrassment. What the hell was I going to do? Just when things couldn’t have possibly gotten worse, Debbie materialized from fucking nowhere.
“Hey, guys. You having an impromptu meeting?” she joked, but her eyes clouded with suspicion.
“I was just asking Evelyn and her friend what was good,” Logan answered. He was probably looking at me, but all I could do was stare at the dark oak table.
Debbie went on in detail about her favorite sandwich, and he pretended to care with enthusiasm until she flitted past.
“It was nice meeting you,” he said to Blake.
“Yeah, you, too.”
“I’ll see you back at the office, Evelyn.”