Sitting on the sofa, watching another
of her favorite chick-flicks with her head resting on Logan’s shoulder Claire
felt utterly content.
“I love you, Logan,” she whispered.
She cringed at her own stupidity. What
had possessed her to say that to him? It would ruin everything. He would never
want to see her again and he had been the only thing keeping her from
swallowing the end of a rifle.
Had she looked at Logan just then she
might have seen the goofy grin spread over his face, but it swiftly vanished.
Surely she hadn’t meant it the way he’d hoped for so many years. She was just a
friend and married to his best friend no less. No, she would never see him as
she does Jimmy. They would always be just friends.
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