Can't Let Go - By Michelle Brewer Page 0,62
bound to her commitments. If she gives her word, she does everything she can to stick by it. She’d sacrifice almost anything.” It was true. Logan knew this from experience. She was as stubborn as they came.
“Even her own happiness?”
“That’s what I’m here to try and prevent, Logan.”
“So you didn’t just happen to be in the neighborhood…” Martin Lewis chuckled, shaking his head.
“Well, no, it wasn’t entirely by chance.” He leaned forward. “Eric is a good man. He really is. I know that he loves Abigail to the best of his abilities. But he’ll never be able to put her wants and needs first. I want someone who will be there for her, Logan. Someone who can take care of her, even when she doesn’t think she needs it.”
“What are you asking me to do, Marty?”
“I’m not asking you to do anything.” The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a thick envelope. “I’m here to give you this.” He slid the heavy stationary across the table. It only took one glance to realize what it was. “I think your invitation must have gotten lost in the mail. I decided I would personally deliver it—just to make sure it made it into the right hands.”
Logan stared down at the expensive looking cardstock, wondering what he was supposed to do with it. “The wedding is this Saturday.”
“Saturday?” Logan questioned—knowing exactly what he was meant to be doing on Saturday.
He had a plane to catch.
“I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to do, Logan. Please understand me. I’m not asking you to storm in there and make a scene. I just want you to think about it. Think about what she’s about to do and see if there’s—if you think it’s the best choice for her. And if it isn’t, maybe you can come up with some way to talk her out of it.”
“Have you tried?” The older man shook his head, settling back into the seat.
“I don’t know how much I can say without crossing a line. I can’t tell her not to do it—she’ll think I’m only trying to control her life. I can’t tell her I think she’s making a mistake, because if she does decide to go through with it—she’ll always think that I disapprove. I’m caught between a rock and a hard place.”
“But you think it’ll be easier for me?”
“You’re not her father.”
“No, but I’m probably a little bit biased.”
“It’s worth a shot, Logan.” Logan ran his fingers through his hair, uncertainty coursing through him. “You don’t have to do anything—remember that. I just wanted to give you the opportunity, just in case you had anything to say.” It was obvious that Martin Lewis loved his daughter. He wanted only the best for her—and he’d come to Logan. That seemed worth considering.
“It’s something I’ll have to think about.” He didn’t want to be her father’s puppet, but something told him the man was speaking from his heart. He really was worried about his daughter’s future happiness—and he was only doing what he could.
“Enough serious talk—what’s on your agenda for the day?”
“Actually—packing,” Logan revealed as the waitress arrived with their food.
“Oh?” Martin asked, genuinely intrigued. Logan wondered if his news would alter Martin’s wishes at all.
“I’m moving back east—I bought some property there awhile back and I’ve been going back and forth, building my house. I finally finished a few weeks ago.” After he’d taken an extended vacation to deal with everything that had happened recently.
“Abby always did love the east coast.” Obviously, it wouldn’t make a difference in the slightest. “I was never much of a fan of the winters, myself. Never really knew what to expect.”
“Cold,” Logan responded, smiling. “You can always count on the cold.”
“What about work?” He asked before taking a large bite of his burger.
“Oh, my firm is opening another branch out that way—I’m actually taking a bit of a promotion, going out there.”
“Sounds like pretty much everything is going your way, Logan.” Logan nodded, swallowing the bite he’d taken of his own food.
“Pretty much everything.” He agreed, knowing exactly what it was he was missing.
“You deserve happiness, too. I hope you find everything you’re looking for. You’re a good man.”
“Thanks, sir—I mean, Marty. It really means a lot, coming from you.” Logan knew, in that moment, that the two men had made peace with the past. Logan no longer could blame Martin for his own choices, and Martin knew the role he had played. He had assumed he knew