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loud. He felt his face burn red. “So you’re saying you’re something of a musical prodigy?”
“Nah…” She shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. I started with the flute when I was really little, so I took more classes, and eventually branched out into other instruments. Then came singing and composition. When it came time to pick a college, I wanted something different. I have the certifications from Juilliard. I wanted the degree from somewhere else.”
“You wanted diversity…” Logan shook his head. Was she crazy?
“Exactly! I wanted to see the world from a different perspective. Besides, if I went to Juilliard, I’d just live at home, and I needed to break out on a path of my own.”
“Well, I’d say you’re definitely doing that.” Logan grabbed a chip. “It might not be the right one, but who am I to say?”
“We’ll see.” They settled back and Logan watched as Ashley looked around the car. “It’s like walking back in time.” The dining room was divided by twenty-four booths, twelve on each side of the room. Each booth sat under a picture window and was upholstered in glittery red fabric and had its own coin-operated jukebox. The waitresses all wore poodle skirts and the waiters and the bus boys wore crisp white shirts, black ties and nice black slacks. “This is too cool,” she murmured.
“Glad you like it,” Logan said, enjoying the amusement on her face. “The food’s really good, too.”
The waitress came and took their order and after she brought them drinks Ashley turned her focus on him. “So Logan, you’re from here?”
“Yup. I grew up not far from here. It’s a rundown little country town. Real quiet. There are more cows than people,” Logan said with a nervous laugh. He did not want to talk about his family.
“It’s so different from what I’m used to. It looks idyllic,” Ashley said with a smile.
“Don’t be fooled by the white picket fence and serene atmosphere. Growing up out here wasn’t always such a picnic,” Logan said, scrunching his nose at the bite in his voice. He hoped he hadn’t offended her. When her eyes continued to sparkle back at him, he knew she wasn’t one to scare off easily.
“Tell me about it,” Ashley pressed. “We can compare childhood war stories.”
He scoffed. “Well… Where do I start?”
Ashley smirked and Logan chuckled at her reaction. He was figuring out that her smirks were usually followed by a snarky response or a healthy dose of sarcasm. He anticipated the onslaught.
“Wherever you feel is natural,” Ashley said with a sly smile.
Here it comes , Logan thought. The zinger .
“This is not the Logan Murphy Barbara Walters Special, after all,” Ashley said as a wild grin crossed her pretty face.
She certainly had a way about her. As she gazed back at Logan, he didn’t feel judged. He suddenly didn’t feel as if she’d run away at some of the darker things he had withheld from people in the past. He felt like she would accept anything he said. He grabbed a bunch of chips and stuffed them in his mouth to avoid answering. This was uncharted territory for him. As far as he was concerned, everyone had an opinion, everyone had an agenda, and loyalties only went so far as a person’s own personal interests stretched. Except as he looked into Ashley’s vibrant green eyes, he lost himself in the warmth there. There was no judgment, no expectation, and no pressure. He didn’t want to talk about his past. Nor did she need to know. Not first date material.
“Well…” he began. “I grew up here. Literally, five minutes away. I’m a military brat… but rather than moving us around, my dad decided to keep us at home and not uproot us every few years. Then, during Desert Storm, he didn’t come home. He was killed by enemy fire.” Shit, why was he telling her?
She reached across the table and slipped her hand in his. He stared down at her beautiful long fingers, well worn by stringed instruments. How had he
“Nah…” She shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. I started with the flute when I was really little, so I took more classes, and eventually branched out into other instruments. Then came singing and composition. When it came time to pick a college, I wanted something different. I have the certifications from Juilliard. I wanted the degree from somewhere else.”
“You wanted diversity…” Logan shook his head. Was she crazy?
“Exactly! I wanted to see the world from a different perspective. Besides, if I went to Juilliard, I’d just live at home, and I needed to break out on a path of my own.”
“Well, I’d say you’re definitely doing that.” Logan grabbed a chip. “It might not be the right one, but who am I to say?”
“We’ll see.” They settled back and Logan watched as Ashley looked around the car. “It’s like walking back in time.” The dining room was divided by twenty-four booths, twelve on each side of the room. Each booth sat under a picture window and was upholstered in glittery red fabric and had its own coin-operated jukebox. The waitresses all wore poodle skirts and the waiters and the bus boys wore crisp white shirts, black ties and nice black slacks. “This is too cool,” she murmured.
“Glad you like it,” Logan said, enjoying the amusement on her face. “The food’s really good, too.”
The waitress came and took their order and after she brought them drinks Ashley turned her focus on him. “So Logan, you’re from here?”
“Yup. I grew up not far from here. It’s a rundown little country town. Real quiet. There are more cows than people,” Logan said with a nervous laugh. He did not want to talk about his family.
“It’s so different from what I’m used to. It looks idyllic,” Ashley said with a smile.
“Don’t be fooled by the white picket fence and serene atmosphere. Growing up out here wasn’t always such a picnic,” Logan said, scrunching his nose at the bite in his voice. He hoped he hadn’t offended her. When her eyes continued to sparkle back at him, he knew she wasn’t one to scare off easily.
“Tell me about it,” Ashley pressed. “We can compare childhood war stories.”
He scoffed. “Well… Where do I start?”
Ashley smirked and Logan chuckled at her reaction. He was figuring out that her smirks were usually followed by a snarky response or a healthy dose of sarcasm. He anticipated the onslaught.
“Wherever you feel is natural,” Ashley said with a sly smile.
Here it comes , Logan thought. The zinger .
“This is not the Logan Murphy Barbara Walters Special, after all,” Ashley said as a wild grin crossed her pretty face.
She certainly had a way about her. As she gazed back at Logan, he didn’t feel judged. He suddenly didn’t feel as if she’d run away at some of the darker things he had withheld from people in the past. He felt like she would accept anything he said. He grabbed a bunch of chips and stuffed them in his mouth to avoid answering. This was uncharted territory for him. As far as he was concerned, everyone had an opinion, everyone had an agenda, and loyalties only went so far as a person’s own personal interests stretched. Except as he looked into Ashley’s vibrant green eyes, he lost himself in the warmth there. There was no judgment, no expectation, and no pressure. He didn’t want to talk about his past. Nor did she need to know. Not first date material.
“Well…” he began. “I grew up here. Literally, five minutes away. I’m a military brat… but rather than moving us around, my dad decided to keep us at home and not uproot us every few years. Then, during Desert Storm, he didn’t come home. He was killed by enemy fire.” Shit, why was he telling her?
She reached across the table and slipped her hand in his. He stared down at her beautiful long fingers, well worn by stringed instruments. How had he
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