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created vibrant pops of color.
    Logan stood beside me, his hands in the front pockets of his dark jeans. “I never get tired of coming here,” he said.
    â€œWhat are those flowers?” I asked. “They’re so pretty. Your outfit sort of matches them, too.”
    â€œThat was my goal this morning,” Logan said. “I woke up and thought, okay. Today, I want to color-coordinate my T-shirt with the Indian paintbrushes.”
    I laughed.
    â€œThey’re the state flower,” Logan said.
    We stood in comfortable silence for several minutes.
    I held up my camera. “Do you mind if I take a few shots of this before we go?”
    â€œNo way,” Logan said. “You need to be home any time soon?”
    I shook my head. “Nope. Why?”
    â€œIf you want to stick around a little longer up here,” Logan said, “there’s something that usually happens . . .” He trailed off as he looked at his watch. “. . . in about a half hour to an hour.”
    I smiled. “Oh, really? What might this ‘something’ be?”
    Logan took off his hat, tossing it onto the grass. “One of the most important things to me.”
    â€œI’ll stick around,” I said. “Are you going to tell me what’s going to happen, or is it a secret?”
    There was an impish twinkle in his eyes. “I think I’ll make you wait and see,” he said.
    I turned on my camera and peered through the viewfinder. I wanted to take photos that would impress Mom.
    â€œThis is so—” I stopped talking. I’d been talking to air!
    While I’d been focused on angles, lighting, and clarity, Logan had plopped onto the ground. Lying on his back, hands and cowboy hat beneath his head, he grinned up at me.
    I giggled and pointed my camera at him. “I have to capture this!” I said. “I know you so much better now! Thank you for sharing this incredibly important act of lying in the grass with me.”
    Logan laughed. “That’s right. Guess what? I’m feeling generous. I’ll share the grass with you if you’d like to try this life-altering event.”
    I dropped my jaw, then put a hand on my cheek in jest. “Logan, you would share your field with
me
?”
    â€œIt was a very difficult decision,” he said. “Ultimately, I decided that since you were new in town, it was the neighborly thing to do.”
    I laughed and removed the camera strap from around my neck. I rested the camera on the seat of the ATV.
    I stood close, but not too close, to Logan, and lowered myself onto the ground. The grass wasn’t sharp like I’d thought it would be—instead it made a soft bed as I lay on my back. Like Logan, I made a pillow with my hands.
    â€œThis is oddly comfortable,” I said. “Mattress toppers should be filled with this. Obviously, someone needs to get working on an invention that would keep the grass alive.”
    â€œObviously,” Logan said. His tone was light and teasing. “I’ll e-mail Serta the second we get back.”
    The ground was cool under my body, but the cloudless sky allowed the sun to warm us.
    â€œI’m guessing that a guy who runs a company like your dad’s moves a lot,” Logan said. “Do you and your mom always move with him?”
    I rolled onto my side, propping up my head with a hand. “Yes,” I said. “I’ve got an older sister, Kate, and she’s an entertainment TV reporter. But yeah, Mom and I always go.”
    â€œI can’t imagine that life,” Logan said.
    I thought I detected a note of wistfulness in his voice.
    â€œWhere are some of the places you’ve been?” he continued.
    â€œIt’s a
long
list,” I said. “It would totally bore you.”
    Logan rolled onto his side and faced me. “I don’t care how long the list is—it won’t bore me. I
dream
about traveling.”
    â€œWhere