Can't Let Go - By Michelle Brewer Page 0,60

out for the phone, hesitating.

“Abby?” He questioned after a long moment.

“I’m sorry, Logan—it’s the more unappealing of the Lewises.” It was the voice of a man that responded—one that Logan recognized. Though he wasn’t displeased to hear Martin’s voice, disappointment still flooded through him.

“Mr. Lewis—”

“Call me Marty, Logan.” Logan couldn’t help but frown as he stared down at his desk.

“Marty,” he corrected. “What can I do for you?”

“Well—I hope you don’t mind me looking you up.”

“No, sir—not at all, actually.” It was the truth. Logan was only disappointed because it wasn’t Abby on the phone—part of him was thrilled, on the other hand, that the older man was calling. For some reason, it gave him just the slightest bit of hope that there was still a chance. If he could win over Abby’s father—what more was stopping him from winning her back as well?

Well, the fact that she’s getting married…oh, any day now. That might be a deterrent, he thought to himself.

“It’s Marty, Logan. All of this ‘sir’ and ‘Mr. Lewis’ business makes me feel like an old man.” Logan chuckled then. “Anyway, I was just calling because I was in the area—I was wondering if you were available for lunch.”

He probably shouldn’t—he knew. He had a few things he needed to finish up at the office before he packed up for good. But he just couldn’t resist.

“Lunch shouldn’t be a problem. Whenever you’re ready, sir—I mean, Marty. They won’t miss me, I’m sure.” They’d have to get used to him not being around soon anyway.

“Good. There’s this small little burger joint right across from the Chase building—should we just meet there in about a half hour?” Logan knew exactly which burger joint Martin was talking about. It was a hidden treasure of the city—one Logan would be sure to miss when he found himself on the other side of the country.

“Sounds great—I’ll see you then.”

As Logan hung up the phone, he took a deep breath, wondering just what was on the older man’s agenda. Why had he called? What did he want to talk about?

Or was Logan just jumping the gun, clinging on to some nonexistent hope?

He groaned then, running both of his hands through his hair, every muscle in his body on edge. Regardless—the man had good timing. If he had called at the same time next week, he would have found an empty office. Logan was glad he would have this opportunity, even if it didn’t get him any closer to Abby.

It occurred to him that perhaps Abby was already married. Maybe this was what her father had come to discuss. Maybe he was disappointed in Logan for letting her go through with it.

Or maybe he really was in the area, and he was just looking for some company to share a burger with.

Logan rose to his feet and grabbed his blazer off the back of his chair, pulling it on as he exited the office. “I’m going out to lunch, Jean—hold my calls.”

“Is everything—?”

“Oh, it’s fine. I’m just meeting—a friend.”

“Be careful, Logan. I don’t want to see you put yourself through what I saw you go through a few months ago.” She was an older woman—motherly, caring. Logan leaned over and touched his lips to the woman’s head.

“I’ll be okay, Jean. Don’t worry. It’s just a burger.”

“You know what I’m talking about, Logan.” He smiled sadly at her, remembering the mess he’d been when he’d returned from the trip to Kentucky. He’d been such a pest, constantly questioning Jean—wanting to know if he’d had any calls. Hoping he would hear from her just once.

He deserved the pain—he knew that. Whatever he’d experienced, he was sure it was no contest with what he’d done to her all those years ago. At least he’d almost been expecting it. Sure, he’d hoped for something different, but something had told him that Abby wasn’t done running yet.

“I’ll be careful.” He nodded, waving as he walked away. He hardly noticed the other people on the floor as he passed by them, his thoughts distracting him.

The restaurant wasn’t all that far from Logan’s building, so he made the trek by foot. When he finally arrived, Martin Lewis was already seated at a booth near the back. He waved from his seat, calling Logan over. When Logan made his way over, the older man offered his hand and the two shook before Logan settled in across from him.

“Thanks for meeting with me on such short notice.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. I’m glad