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5
E L L A
Leaving Logan in the working side of the space, I crossed to my makeshift
kitchen.
Yeah, a guy like that didn’t have to work to get laid at all.
The Logan Crowne in my memory was straight-arrow, straight-A, just
the cool side of math nerd, and way too handsome to be shunned by the rich
beauties who could have anyone they wanted. I’d heard them talk as if I
wasn’t right there, on my knees, fixing the hems on their costumes. They
said Millie must be putting out. They said he’d dump her soon.
But he didn’t, and though I’d blushed whenever he was near me, I
couldn’t help but root for them to make it as a couple.
The Logan Crowne standing in my studio wasn’t that boy anymore. He
was a full-on man. Old-school, Carey Grant gorgeous. Women probably
took their clothes off as soon as he walked into a room.
Not that it was supposed to matter.
“I hear Millie’s the theater director at the Ahmanson,” I called out.
“She goes by Millicent now.”
“Why did you guys break up?”
“She was a little too ambitious for me.” Before I could ask him what the
fuck he was talking about, he changed the subject. “What are you doing
with the big one?”
Trying to catch a glimpse of him through the doorway, I leaned back as
I turned off the hot plate under the saucepot of boiling water. He was
pointing at the Big Blank.
“Not sure,” I said. “It’s bigger than I usually do, so I haven’t decided
what’s important enough.”