“Logan?” I knocked on his bedroom door repeatedly. It was down the hall from mine and Wyatt’s, which wasn’t surprising. “Logan, I’m coming in.” 

I opened his door slowly and took a peek inside. It was dead silent. I walked into the large room and saw a messy, empty bed. There was a note on the bedside table addressed to me. 

Amelia,

Sorry to disappear on you. I went into town to run some errands with my dad. Maybe we can have our romantic boat ride tomorrow? I’ll be back before dinner. Love you.

Logan

“Errands? What the hell kind of errands do you have to do?” I said to the empty room like it was going to answer me.

“Hey, gimp.” 

I turned towards Wyatt’s voice and saw him standing in the doorway with a teasing smile. He was wearing his dark denim jeans and black t-shirt that showed off those delicious biceps. I wasn’t oblivious to the moment we shared at the lake yesterday. This time, I wasn’t drunk. I was pretty sure Wyatt was going to kiss me. But why? He didn’t feel that way for me. He made it pretty clear how he felt four years ago.

“Very funny,” I said as I walked towards him. 

“How’s the foot?” 

“It’s okay. Thank you, by the way.”

After we got back to the lake house yesterday, Wyatt examined my foot more closely and pulled out a small piece of glass. It didn’t appear infected and he was able to put some antibacterial cream on it and a clean bandage. It felt better today and walking wasn’t too bad once he got the shard out. 

“Anytime,” he said with a half smile. 

“So, do you know where your brother ran off to?” I held up the note. “This was kind of random. Logan doesn’t really ‘run errands’.” 

Wyatt walked towards me and read the note. “Not sure. I didn’t see him this morning and he didn’t mention anything.” He handed it back to me. “Anyway, my mom said she has breakfast ready.”

“Okay, let’s go eat. I’m starving anyway.” 

We made our way down to the very large, albeit beautiful kitchen, where Wyatt’s mom had the table setup and ready. There were platters of banana pancakes, bacon, sausage, and fruit. 

“Wow, Lynette, this looks amazing.” I took a seat at the table. “It smells amazing, too. I can’t believe you did all of this. You should have told me. I would have helped!" 

Lynette walked around the table and stood next to Wyatt. “Oh, no dear. I didn’t do this.” She pinched Wyatt on the cheek. “He just felt awful about your foot and got up early to make all this. I thought it was the sweetest thing.” 

Wyatt tried to hide his blush. “Thanks for that, Mom. I can always count on you.” 

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and headed back to the kitchen. Wyatt and I took our seats and he avoided making eye contact with me. I cleared my throat and tapped the table to get his attention. He was sitting across from me and when he looked up, I gestured to the large quantity of food. “You did all this? Why?”

He didn’t answer me right away. He continued to put a little bit of everything on his plate. I cleared my throat. It was like pulling teeth with him. “What? I felt bad. It was my fault that you hurt your foot.”

“I don’t blame you, Wyatt. But, thank you. This is really...sweet.” 

“Shut up and eat, Lia,” he grumbled. 

This is one of the reasons Wyatt was so amazing. He always did things like this. Even when we were kids. If I had a bad day at school or failed a test, he would usually make me a dessert of some kind at his house. It was usually brownies or cookies. This was definitely an upgrade. 

I shot him a smile before I finally made my plate. Once his mom came to join us, we spent the morning talking about college stories. His mom wouldn’t stop asking him for all the juicy details. Especially about the so-called girlfriend he had. I remembered what he said at the bar about her. About not having a connection or a spark. Still, thinking about him with another woman made me feel hollow. Jealous. 

“Lia?” 

I shook my thoughts away and looked from Wyatt to his mom. “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought. What was the question?” 

As Lynette repeated whatever she asked me, I glanced at Wyatt. He had an odd look on his face. He kept his eyes on me for a few minutes and I nervously brushed my hair back and looked to Lynette. Yes. Keep looking at Lynette, I told myself. Looking at Wyatt only caused me more pain. 

Chime-chime 

I was sitting in the lounge chair on the patio that was connected to my bedroom when I heard my phone go off. I sat the book down I was reading called What If before I read the text from Logan. 

Logan: Hey. We’re almost back. My mom wants us to have dinner tonight. Wear something nice. We're staying home but you know how she is. I’ll see you soon. 

Me: Hey. What’s this dinner for? How dressed up should I get? 

What I really wanted to ask was: what the hell is going on. He was acting really weird. His behavior since we got here, hell-- even a few days before we got here-- has been so unusual and not like Logan.

Logan: Wear a dress and girly stuff. You know. Makeup and stuff.

“Wow, Logan,” I breathed to myself. “You definitely need to get better with your words.” 

“What’s he done now?” 

I looked to the right and saw Wyatt on the far end of the patio. I shielded my eyes with my hand as I called out, “How did you get on the patio down there?” 

He pointed to the left. “This door is to my room. We're sharing a patio. May I join you?” 

“Of course.” 

He came and sat beside me. “I take it you heard about dinner tonight?” 

“Yeah, I just got the invite,” I held up my phone and showed Wyatt the text.

“Wow, my brother is not smooth with his words.” He looked up at me. “I have to say... I'm a little ashamed.” 

I laughed as I took my phone back. “Be nice. It’s probably just a family thing. You know he’s not into the romance-y things.”

“Sadly, I do.” 

“What time is this dinner?” I asked him before looking at my watch. After breakfast I spent most of the day with Lynette and catching up on some reading. It was pretty relaxing and I needed it. My anxiety has been a little high lately.

“I think in an hour.”

My head snapped in his direction. “An hour?” I got to my feet. “I need to shower and find something to wear!” 

As I disappeared into my room I heard Wyatt call, “Maybe the polka dot dress!”

I ignored him and quickly took a shower and did my hair. I made it curly and decided to wear my new red sundress. I put on some earrings and some light make up. I checked my reflection again and was satisfied with my appearance. After all, it was just dinner with Logan and his family, right? 

I made my way to the dining room and saw everyone was sitting around the table. “Oh, am I late?” I asked as I took my seat between Logan and Wyatt. 

“Not at all,” Lynette said cheerfully. “We just sat down, Amelia. You look lovely by the way.” 

“Thank you!” 

Logan leaned close to whisper in my ear, “You look beautiful.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and I smiled back at him. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself. We really should have our boat day tomorrow. Or soon.” 

“Absolutely. We’ll go tomorrow.” 

As we all enjoyed our dinner and wine, the conversation was lite and I enjoyed it. See now, this was something I could handle. A nice dinner with people I cared about. I didn’t do restaurants and crowds. That was another story all together. 

“More wine?” Wyatt asked as he leaned in close. 

“Yes, please.” 

After he got up from the table I wiped my mouth with my napkin and turned to Logan. He had a very uncomfortable look on his face. Just as I got ready to ask him what was wrong, he slid off of his chair and got on one knee. Maybe he dropped his napkin. Or fork. Because I know he wasn’t--

Out came the little black box. “Logan--”

“Amelia Thomas, I have known you forever. I don’t know when it happened exactly, but I fell in love with you and want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?” 

I stared at the diamond ring for a long time. What the hell was happening? I didn’t know what to say. I cared about Logan, and I did love him. But marriage? I had no idea if I was ready for that.

Wyatt’s face immediately came to mind and I glanced in the kitchen. He was frozen in place with the bottle of wine he went to get. His eyes met mine. I tried to read his emotions and what he was thinking. But his guard was up. Something that looked like pain and defeat flashed across his face. He sat the wine on the counter, turned around, and walked away. 

I glanced at Logan’s mom and dad who were waiting for my answer. I saw the excitement and hope they had for me to say yes. I looked back to Logan and felt the corners of my mouth lift up in a smile. “Yes. I’ll marry you.” 

He slid the heavy ring onto my finger before he got to his feet. He gave me a hard kiss before grabbing me in a tight embrace. I glanced back in the direction where Wyatt had disappeared. I was doing the right thing. I needed to move on. I needed to let Wyatt go so I could be really, truly happy. 

But if that was true, then why did I have a nagging feeling that I just made the biggest mistake of my life?