Susie said quietly, her eyes fastened on the walk behind Allie. “There’s Logan now. I wonder how he’s holding up through all this.”
Allie’s head snapped around at her mother’s mention of his name. She couldn’t have stopped herself from reacting, even if she’d had the presence of mind to try.
Second most handsome man in Chance , she corrected her earlier appraisal of her brother. Second. Because, big as day, the most handsome man in town was headed directly toward them, his intense gaze focused on their little group.
Logan O’Connor.
Her first love. The man against whom she’d compared all others for years. Compared them and found every single one of them wanting. The man who’d never even realized she existed beyond being his best friend’s annoying little sister.
Logically, she’d known she was likely to see him here today. But it was pure, crazy emotion, not logic, that sent shock waves zinging down her spine at the sight of him striding confidently toward them. The same crazy emotion that had pushed her to wear her best dress and these uncomfortable high heels.
It was beyond ridiculous of her to react this way, her heart pounding in her chest like she’d been running uphill. He was nothing more to her than her brother’s best friend. Nothing more than a memory out of a long-gone childhood. Sure, he’d been her first crush, but she wasn’t that same impressionable teenager anymore. She was over him. For a fact, after Drake’s betrayal, she was over all men. Chester was the only male in her life now and, considering the scratch he’d left on her hand this morning when she’d tried to pet him, most days, even he was one too many males for her taste.
Logan drew closer, his deep voice rumbling in his chest as he spoke her brother’s name and extended his hand in greeting.
The sharp, enticing aroma of soap and aftershave wafted from where he stood, tickling her nose and flooding her with memories of all the times she’d watched him and Matt together over the years. Her knees trembled as she breathed him in and she reached out to wrap her fingers on the back of the chair next to her, just to steady herself.
She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not after all these years. Not about him.
Seeing him in person, standing just a few feet away from him, focused everything into sharp clarity. The dawning realization hit her like a punch to the stomach.
No wonder walking away from Drake hadn’t devastated her. In spite of having lied to herself for the past eight years, one thing was crystal clear in this moment. She might as well be seventeen again. All the feelings she’d denied were still there, bubbling just below the surface.
It would appear she wasn’t as over her crush on Logan O’Connor as she’d thought she was.
* * *
As much as Logan dreaded the next hour, he was here now and there was nothing to be done but to face the music.
Literally.
Over the drone of his pickup’s engine, he could hear the haunting strains of stringed instruments. He reached down, turned off the engine, and twirled the keys around his finger as he stared through the windshield at the gathering crowd. Sure enough, a small cluster of elegantly clad musicians sat near a long buffet table cranking out the Celtic music his sister liked so much.
It would seem that Danny’s grandmother had spared no expense in dedicating the community center to her grandson’s memory. What a shame she hadn’t arranged for a cover band to play AC/DC. Now that would have made Danny happy.
Logan opened the door and stepped out into the dirt parking lot, a constant stream of self-encouragement running through his head like background music.
Put one foot in front of the other. Just do it. Time to man up. Time to face the music.
With a sigh, he brushed away all the clutter in his mind. It was time to accept that there weren’t enough clichés on the planet to turn this moment into anything other than the painful