Huh. There was an idea. I let myself imagine that world, one where Logan didn’t move on, didn’t find his ideal sub, didn’t get his big dreams… Nope. Much as I liked that picture for me, liked the idea of bringing him east to the big carving championships and returning next year here with him, I wanted him happy even more. My strongest wish was for him to get everything he wanted. Needed. Deserved. And that wasn’t me. It would be like trying to shove the sun into a cardboard box—he deserved so much more than what I could offer. So I just smiled at Gloria and didn’t say anything.
