Journey to Reconciliation

BECCA

We were able to catch the flight, and now I am sitting in a taxi near Drew. We are heading toward Logan’s place. We aren’t very talkative with each other. Drew opens up to me, baring his soul before me. He owns his feelings, his words, and his actions.

He is so mature now—a real man with a strong personality. I admire the person he has become.

The closer we get, the more jittery I become. I bite my lower lip, bite my inner cheek, fiddle with my phone in my hands. I am ready to face Logan and to hear his truth. To apologize for not trusting him. And to see where it will take us.

Who knows, but maybe I will be flying home tomorrow morning? Rebecca! You need to chase away those negative thoughts!

“Rebecca, stop this.” I feel Drew’s warm palm on my hands. I look up and see him smiling. I place my phone on my lap, freeing my hands. Drew uses this opportunity and takes my hand in his.

“He’s home. I wrote to him hours ago. I told him that I have a few free days, and I would love to visit him. He’s waiting for me.”

“Just for you?”

“You are a surprise.”

“Logan might not consider it this way. He might be angry at you for bringing me.”

“He won’t. Trust me. And believe in your man. He deserves it.” I nodded my head and turned away to look outside the window. My hand stayed in Drew’s, and soon I felt his thumb caressing my wrist. I closed my eyes, just enjoying this feeling because it was bringing calmness to me.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped. We got out and walked to the gate. Drew took out his phone and dialed Logan’s number.

“Hey, man… Yeah, I am outside… Yeah? Okay… How long will it take?… Sure… See you.”

Drew hung up and reached for his wallet. He took out a card and used it to open the gate for us. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“How come you have a card?”

“Logan gave it to me along with the keys a long time ago. I crashed at his place more than once, so it was only natural for me to have it.”

We walked inside and slowly made our way to the house. He wasn’t home, even though Drew had told me he would be. What if it was a mistake?

“Come on, don’t stand on the porch,” Drew opened the door to the house and placed his hand on the small of my back, ushering me inside. Reluctantly, I followed.

Two months ago, I was starting to get used to this house. I was feeling at ease. I liked it and was enjoying my time here. Now? I am a nervous wreck…

Drew walked to the living room, and I saw as he turned on the lights. I hesitated before coming in. Then I collected my courage and went inside too. I plopped myself on the couch and sighed deeply.

“Logan is on his way home. Something came up…”

“Uh huh.”

“Do you want something to drink? Water?”

“No, thank you.”

“Rebecca, everything will be okay. Believe me. I would have never brought you here if I had thought otherwise. You are too important for me to hurt you like that, giving you false hopes.”

“I know… Thank you…” I heard the gate opening sound, turned my head to the windows, and saw Logan’s Porsche drive inside. I gulped. I closed my eyes and started counting. I heard Drew’s steps as he walked to the hallway. It was it—the moment of truth.

I heard the sound of the door opening. My heart started beating violently in my chest. But then I heard a woman’s voice and everything in me froze.

“I thought that we would continue as we discussed it with you.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Amy, I am always up for a massage, but now—I don’t fucking need it. What I need is my friend and excellent whiskey.”

Massage? Is this woman his physiatrist? Hell! Again. I was ready to jump to conclusions without even a second thought. I took a deep breath. Rebecca Dawson, it was time for you to show who you really were: a confident, intelligent, and beautiful young woman.

And that I was ready to take my destiny into my own hands. I stood up and slowly walked back to the hallway.

“Drew! Bastard! You’re just on time!” I heard claps; probably Logan hugged Drew.

“Drew, you should have stayed away at least until tomorrow. I was scheduling a massage with your friend for almost a week. And now he’s telling me that he will be busy with you. Are you kidding me, guys?”

“Amy, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” I heard laughter. I was almost near the door. “Actually… I think I will go with you. Can you be my driver, Amy? Logan will be busy.”

“Busy? Drew, what the hell are you talking about?” Logan’s voice sounded confused. I guess it was my cue.

I took a step, and now I was standing in the doorway. Logan was standing with his back turned to me, while the woman, whose voice I had heard, raised an eyebrow at me. She was dressed in jeans and a simple loose t-shirt.

It was a woman in her forties, and she looked charming. She often smiled, which was very easy to figure out.

“Oh… Now I see… Yes, Drew, let’s go.” I watched as she turned around and opened the door. Drew followed her.

Logan stood in the middle of the hallway, completely dumbfounded. I looked at him. Yeah, Drew was right, he had lost a little weight. It wasn’t as obvious as it was on me, but still.

I was dying from the desire to see his face. His beautiful eyes. His delicious lips. His cute dimples. God, how much I missed him!

“Logan, I will see you later. Maybe tomorrow. Bye!” Drew said and shifted his gaze to me. His eyes were like a storm. He was sad, but then I saw a little smile appear on his lips. He nodded at me and closed the door behind him. The hallway fell into silence.

“What the fuck…” Logan turned around and saw me. An intense shiver ran down my spine. My breathing quickened, and my heartbeat accelerated in my chest.

“Hey,” my voice was barely audible. Logan and I were staring at each other. Then I saw him start walking in my direction, slowly, as if he was afraid that I would run away from him. When he was incredibly close to me, he placed his hand on my cheek.

“Hey…” He traced my lower lip with his thumb. “Is it really you, Rebecca?”

“Of course, it’s me…” A short laugh escaped my lips. “I am so sorry that I believed her lies... You asked me to have faith in you, and you asked me to trust you and... I ruined everything…”

I started crying without noticing it. I saw Logan’s eyebrow furrow. It looked as if he couldn’t understand what I was talking about.

Then he leaned towards me and kissed the tip of my nose. He wiped my tears with his thumbs, and only after that, he took my chin in his fingers and made me look him in the eyes. We stared at each other as if we were trying to capture this moment in our minds. And then, he kissed me.

This kiss was so much more than just two lovers reuniting. It was full of pure love and tenderness. We both needed it because it helped us find ourselves.

I haven't been myself since the day I talked to Logan in New York's airport. Since the day I decided to believe some random girl instead of questioning my man—the man who constantly told me that he was in love with me.

I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have doubted him. I knew that he was the one; that he was utterly and undeniably mine. I was under his skin and in his blood just as much as he was in mine. Damn, how right it felt.

“I missed you so much…” These words escaped his lips as soon as our kiss ended. Logan pressed his forehead to mine and inhaled deeply.

“Me too…”

“Rebecca, you said that you're sorry… But in reality, I should be the one who needs to feel sorry… I shouldn't have said those nasty words… I should have bought a ticket and stayed on the porch of your parents' house until you would have listened to me.

“I regretted not doing it every single day… But I thought that it was a chance for Drew… At least, he could be happy and be with you… And he brought you to me… Fucking moron… I will owe him until eternity…”

“He… He is an amazing friend… He knows that you and I… That we… That we belong to each other… And you are the only one who I need…”

“Becca, what happened?” Logan took my hand in his and stared at me. I bit my lower lip, thinking about the better approach. “Come with me.”

We walked back to the living room. I was going to sit on the couch, but Logan forbade me. He pulled me onto his lap and cuddled me in his arms. I wound my hands around his shoulders and pressed my head to the hollow of his neck.

“Jenny was taken to the hospital that night... I spent almost the whole time near Chase, supporting him... He needed me, and I just couldn’t leave him alone in a situation like that. Especially not after we heard the diagnosis.

“She had an ectopic pregnancy, and it was a miracle that she was okay, and her ability to have children wasn’t damaged…”

“Hell... How are they now?” Logan was interested, and he was very sad to hear what I just told him.

“Okay, I guess. Chase was supporting Jenny, and they went to LA for vacation. She needed him... That’s why I started distancing myself since I went back home.

“He was too invested in my life. He cared too much. It wasn’t healthy. He has his own life. And he finally started to get used to it. That I am not a constant reason for his worries.”

“You have a brilliant man as your friend…”

“Yeah…”

“So... What were you talking about? Who lied to you?”

“Teresa.”

“What?!”