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past his own.
“What about work?” Brittany asked. “Have you started looking for something yet?”
“Yeah, I actually put in an application at Pushing Up Daisies, but they’re only looking for something part time. I’d like to get something with more hours so I can get a place of my own sooner rather than later. I love my parents but...” She rolled her eyes. “You know how parents can be.”
“Unfortunately, I do,” Marcus muttered.
“I did notice Murphy’s is way understaffed.” She glanced toward Logan. “I left a message with your dad about it. I’ve done a ton of waitressing. Wouldn’t that be fun? You and me working there together?”
Logan’s stomach tightened, and he pictured what she was describing. But she wasn’t the girl he’d always envisioned working the bar with him. The one he’d thought would be there with him was pregnant with someone else’s kid.
His mood went south, just that fast, and he heard himself say, “Sure,” as he reached for his wine. But he didn’t mean it. And he knew from the pitying look Marcus sent him across the table that his friend sensed it too.
Delia launched into a story about her last job waiting tables at a bar in Dallas, and relieved they were on to another topic, Logan refilled his wine glass from the bottle in the middle of the table, ignoring the pointed looks Marcus kept sending him. He was doing what his friend had told him to do, right? Moving on? So what if he was drinking a little more than normal. People drank when they went out and had fun, didn’t they?
He laughed at something Delia said, laid his arm over the back of her chair, and for the rest of the evening acted like he was having the time of his life. Because that’s what people did when they moved on. It’s what Marcus and his folks and everyone had told him to do after Ginny had wrecked him. So in an attempt to push Ginny out of his head and heart forever, he forced himself to do exactly that.
And it worked. Delia smiled and flirted with him. Brittany laughed at his jokes. Even Marcus eased up and seemed to enjoy himself. Everyone had a great time. Everyone but Logan.
He hated every single minute of it.
Chapter Five
Ginny hadn’t planned to end up at the cemetery when she’d gone for a walk in the waning light of early evening, but she wasn’t surprised when she found herself standing outside the iron fence, staring through the rails toward the headstones beyond.
Sometimes, as a teenager, when she’d been struggling with something heavy, she’d wound up here. Her parents were both buried in this cemetery, and just sitting beside their graves had calmed her when she’d been fighting with Marisol or worrying about boys, or even when she’d been arguing with Jacob.
She moved through the gate and into the cemetery, following a familiar path, but instead of veering to the right where her parents were buried, she found herself heading left, stopping when she came to Jacob’s polished headstone.
It wasn’t a flat marker like others around it. It was an upright arched gravestone on a concrete base, roughly three feet high and two feet wide, with the years of his birth and death etched into the granite stone beneath the words:
In Our Hearts Forever
Jacob Andrew Salt
Beloved son and brother
Ginny’s chest tightened, and tears stung her eyes as she sank onto the new grass in front of the headstone. Swiping at the tears on her cheeks, she stared at Jacob’s name and fought back a hysterical laugh.
“Oh, man,” she said aloud. “I can only imagine what you’d say if you were here right now.” Through her watery vision, she glanced up at the sky. “I really hope you’re getting a laugh out of everything up there, because someone should be enjoying themselves right now.”
Sighing, she looked back at the marker, feeling like an idiot, feeling a little better just by being here and talking to him. “I know you probably won’t believe this, but I was
“What about work?” Brittany asked. “Have you started looking for something yet?”
“Yeah, I actually put in an application at Pushing Up Daisies, but they’re only looking for something part time. I’d like to get something with more hours so I can get a place of my own sooner rather than later. I love my parents but...” She rolled her eyes. “You know how parents can be.”
“Unfortunately, I do,” Marcus muttered.
“I did notice Murphy’s is way understaffed.” She glanced toward Logan. “I left a message with your dad about it. I’ve done a ton of waitressing. Wouldn’t that be fun? You and me working there together?”
Logan’s stomach tightened, and he pictured what she was describing. But she wasn’t the girl he’d always envisioned working the bar with him. The one he’d thought would be there with him was pregnant with someone else’s kid.
His mood went south, just that fast, and he heard himself say, “Sure,” as he reached for his wine. But he didn’t mean it. And he knew from the pitying look Marcus sent him across the table that his friend sensed it too.
Delia launched into a story about her last job waiting tables at a bar in Dallas, and relieved they were on to another topic, Logan refilled his wine glass from the bottle in the middle of the table, ignoring the pointed looks Marcus kept sending him. He was doing what his friend had told him to do, right? Moving on? So what if he was drinking a little more than normal. People drank when they went out and had fun, didn’t they?
He laughed at something Delia said, laid his arm over the back of her chair, and for the rest of the evening acted like he was having the time of his life. Because that’s what people did when they moved on. It’s what Marcus and his folks and everyone had told him to do after Ginny had wrecked him. So in an attempt to push Ginny out of his head and heart forever, he forced himself to do exactly that.
And it worked. Delia smiled and flirted with him. Brittany laughed at his jokes. Even Marcus eased up and seemed to enjoy himself. Everyone had a great time. Everyone but Logan.
He hated every single minute of it.
Chapter Five
Ginny hadn’t planned to end up at the cemetery when she’d gone for a walk in the waning light of early evening, but she wasn’t surprised when she found herself standing outside the iron fence, staring through the rails toward the headstones beyond.
Sometimes, as a teenager, when she’d been struggling with something heavy, she’d wound up here. Her parents were both buried in this cemetery, and just sitting beside their graves had calmed her when she’d been fighting with Marisol or worrying about boys, or even when she’d been arguing with Jacob.
She moved through the gate and into the cemetery, following a familiar path, but instead of veering to the right where her parents were buried, she found herself heading left, stopping when she came to Jacob’s polished headstone.
It wasn’t a flat marker like others around it. It was an upright arched gravestone on a concrete base, roughly three feet high and two feet wide, with the years of his birth and death etched into the granite stone beneath the words:
In Our Hearts Forever
Jacob Andrew Salt
Beloved son and brother
Ginny’s chest tightened, and tears stung her eyes as she sank onto the new grass in front of the headstone. Swiping at the tears on her cheeks, she stared at Jacob’s name and fought back a hysterical laugh.
“Oh, man,” she said aloud. “I can only imagine what you’d say if you were here right now.” Through her watery vision, she glanced up at the sky. “I really hope you’re getting a laugh out of everything up there, because someone should be enjoying themselves right now.”
Sighing, she looked back at the marker, feeling like an idiot, feeling a little better just by being here and talking to him. “I know you probably won’t believe this, but I was
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