Pepper and Emerson cornered me in the kitchen as I was getting a drink.
“Um. Did you miss the start time on the invitation?” Em teased, munching on a chip.
“Sorry,” I said unapologetically, searching for Logan and finding him standing across the living room with his brother and Shaw. My chest fluttered at the sight of him.
Pepper grinned. “There’s something about being in love. It suddenly makes you chronically late.”
Em sighed and stared at her boyfriend. “Tell me about it. I don’t think I’ve been on time to anything since that man walked into my life. Suddenly other things seem vastly more important than showing up on time.” From the glazed look in her eyes, I had a good idea of what she was talking about.
“It’s a small price to pay.” Pepper nodded in agreement. “But I don’t plan to be late to my wedding.”
“Yeah. We’ll make sure of that.” Emerson held up her hand. “Bridesmaids’ oath.”
“Thanks, guys. I promise to do the same for you when it’s your turn.”
Our turn. My turn.
I didn’t expect it to happen anytime soon for me—not until Logan and I both finished school—but the idea of it felt natural. So right. We already spoke in terms of forever when we were together, and nothing about it felt forced or uncomfortable. We just knew. This was it. I’d found with Logan what my best friends had found.
As if sensing my stare—or maybe even my thoughts—Logan’s eyes found mine. He smiled a slow, devastating grin and mouthed the words across the distance: I love you.