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"Stop." I sighed. "Stop it. Sawyer and I are not a 'thing,' we love one another," I stated firmly. I knew I meant it because I could never have said those words to him otherwise. "Every time you open your mouth you say something worse. I'm sorry about you and Poppy, but that doesn't give you the right to show up here at our door and expect us to…I don't know what you expected, but the answer has to be no."
He sighed, looking guilty, his eyes unable to maintain their focus on me. "You're right. I'm sorry, and I should be grateful you let me spend the day with you both." Another period of quiet ensued before I spoke again.
"You're obviously in no state to drive home, but I don't want you upstairs. It would send the wrong message to Colby. I'll get you some blankets and a pillow and you can sleep down here on the couch. Tomorrow is my last day with our son before he goes to Florida with you, so as soon as you've eaten breakfast in the morning, you'll have to go."
For a long moment, Logan stared at me, his eyes full of regret. Straightening up on the counter stool he ran both hands through his hair. "For what it's worth, I still think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."
There were many things I could have retorted to his remark, but I decided to rise above it. "Thank you. I still think you're a handsome man, but that's as far as my attraction and feeling s go for you these days. I'm not in love with you anymore." I tapped my breastbone. "But thankfully, my feelings for Sawyer have begun to fill the void, you left."
"Now you're the one twisting the knife."
"No, Logan, you figure you can put me down and tell me I'm too old for Sawyer, but you have the same arrangement with Poppy. The difference between you and Sawyer is he has emotional wealth and maturity and tremendous compassion for others. You can only think of yourself. Anyway, I've had enough of this. I don't want to talk about us or what we were anymore. There's a movie I wanted to watch at 9:00 p.m.," I informed him, shutting the discussion down and quickly changing the subject. "Would you like to watch it with me, or should I go to bed and watch it?" I sounded just like his mother when I said it, and I smirked to myself.
"I'd like that," he replied, meekly and stood up to get another glass of wine.
"No, Logan, coffee from now on. You're driving home in the morning, remember?"
Logan replaced the bottle he had been about to open and poured another coffee for himself. I felt proud of the way I had handled him. Although I could have basked in the knowledge of his troubles in his relationship with Poppy, I hated the thought that if they split up, what he'd done to us would all have been for nothing, in his case.
