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“Me neither,” his lawyer grumbled.
“Logan?” His name was confusion and sadness, a cry to his back as he
walked away.
And still, though his fingers stopped tapping, his expression didn’t
change.
“I’m not initialing this until you explain it.” I spun the papers to him.
They opened like feathers and flattened,
A smile played at the edge of his mouth, breaking the stoic control for a
moment. He rotated the papers and pushed them back. “It’s pretty selfexplanatory.”
“That you’re mocking me?” I turned the contract over, word-side down,
and crossed my arms to protect myself against a final hurt I couldn’t bear to
imagine.
He folded his hands in front of him, leaning forward as if he was ready
to launch himself in my direction. “I’ll say it plainly with counsel present.”
The intensity of his gaze ran right through me like a shot of heat
through a frozen system, turning ice into steam.
“Give me another chance,” he said. “I’ll write your name into every part
of my life.”
“Why?”
“Because you being in my life isn’t enough. I want more. I want to be
part of yours.”
Did he just offer to meet me halfway?
“I can’t…” I stood so fast, the chair shot back and hit the wall behind
me.
I wanted him to meet me in the middle, but something about this was
wrong, and I couldn’t put into words neither the shock that he’d read my
mind nor the disappointment that he’d pulled a stunt that got it all so wrong.
“Why not?” He stood.
We were on opposite sides, hands on the table like opposing parties in a
heated negotiation, eyes locked in heated combat. Looking away was
impossible.
“Because I don’t want you to change. I want you to be happy. I want
you to have everything you want.”
“I. Want. You.” He pounded the table between each word.
Out of the corner of my eye, his lawyer closed her folder. “This is now
outside my legal purview.”