In the craziness that had consumed my life over the past few months, I had completely forgotten that the apartment employee had told me I was married. I cleared the search bar on my computer. The cursor blinked at me, patiently waiting for me to type what I wanted to know, but where did I even sta
At five that evening, Logan let me off so I could run home and change. Then he sent me his address via text. “Take your time,” he said. “I’ll order some dinner for us?” “Uh…yeah, okay, thank you,” I gathered my things and bolted away from my desk over to Maria’s. She was also
But on the other hand… “Yeah, okay,” I said. I kind of liked that his guard was down around me. And the thought of eating pizza together after he kissed me was a nice ego boost. “Okay, don’t judge me, but…” Logan started, looking slightly embarrassed. “Right now is the newest episode
After Logan made up the couch for me and went to bed himself, I laid staring at the ceiling. The very high-vaulted, chandelier-covered ceiling. Seriously, this place was ridiculous. I was suddenly wide-awake and felt stone-cold sober. This felt weird. And wrong. And every time I closed my ey
“Do you think he’ll buy it?” She asked. “I think you should wait a few days, maybe take a day off and say you have something you need to do? That would make it more believable. That is, if you are for sure you want to push him away for good.” I bit at my thumbnail. I wasn’t sure. I just thou
I was glad she said it, because I was worried I was going to lose my nerve. “Wha…eloped?” Logan looked completely dumbfounded. “With who?” “With Chance,” I said. “Do you remember? You met him once. Anyway, he called me up the other day and apologized and said he couldn’t wait one mor
After Megan, Rachel, and I took a few more shots, Maria started driving us to wherever it was she was taking us. I noticed we were closing in on Chianti, and I relaxed some. I knew the kind of men I’d find at the wine bar, and surely I could find a way to sit in the oversized leather chairs
“Wait a minute,” Logan said suddenly, remembering that morning. “Didn’t she just get married?” “Oh, uh, yeah…she did,” Maria busied herself with drying off her dress. “Then what did you mean by ‘you’ll have to get in line’?” “I meant to uh…congratulate her. That’s what those
“I’ve been in this game for too long,” Senior said. “When I first got the news, I could only think about my legacy. I became obsessed with it. I’m not like you, Walter. I didn’t think about my family, or anyone else. Only myself.” “It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks,” Mr. Hudgens said. He la
“Janice,” Senior said. All smug arrogance disappeared from his voice. “What are you doing here?” “At first I didn’t think I would come,” Janice replied. “After all these years… I didn’t want to see your face ever again for as long as I lived. Better to leave well enough alone. But… after hearing e
I glanced down at my pink blouse and gray slacks. What was so wrong with my outfits? I dressed professionally… mostly. He really thought I needed supervision to pick out an outfit.Looking at Logan, I saw my own disbelief mirrored back at me. This was absolutely ridiculous.“Is that it?” Walter aske
In front of the partition screen, a large table had been assembled, with rows of chairs on either side, facing each other. We took our side, and Senior and his team of lawyers took theirs. There were so many lawyers that many of them had to stand.Senior sat across from Logan, though his glare of di
“He might surprise us,” Dylan said, a shred of hope in his voice, under a healthy level of cynicism.“Don’t hold your breath,” Frank replied.“The problem is we don’t know fully what to expect,” Mabel said. “Well – other than Senior being a crotchety asshole who will try to cheat us at every turn. W
“It’s time to talk to Logan and Hazel and stop this whole thing,” Dylan said. “You are outnumbered and outmatched, with so many people ready to stand against you.”Opening the top of the folder, Senior glared down at the stack of papers in the stack. “Disgruntled former employees. Fake friends. Fami
“We were just hoping to talk to her,” I said.The man’s brow lifted slightly. “Are you selling something? Wait -- why do you look familiar?” Narrowing his eyes, he gazed at us with suspicion. Then, suddenly, recognition must have struck him because his eyes widened. “You’re those people from the new
Despite the general unpleasantness of the conversation with the mayor and the governor, they eventually agreed to let us go. They had no real reason to hold us, and Logan saw through their veiled threats easily enough.In fact, he even seemed to make them feel to make them feel like unsupportive fri
That day, we changed our minds and decided to release six interviews to the website, with Michael Hatfield’s being the final. Overnight, the story gained so much national traction that the sheriff and two security men show up at our door.“Logan Hatfield? Hazel Whitaker? The mayor wants to speak wit