Page 97 of Yours To Hold
I guess we really were a summer fling to her.
Hopping into my truck, I head out of town. It’s at the same place as the fair was.
Why does every fucking thing in this town remind me of Ivy?
I hate it. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to stay with us. So I shouldn’t be worried about her. I shouldn’t be missing her.
But I am.
She left and ripped my heart out and took it with her.
I knew I never should’ve started anything with her.
And the worst part isn’t me. It’s seeing Willow so damn sad. I can handle most things. Seeing my daughter sad when I can’t help? It’s the worst feeling in the world knowing I can’t do anything to make her feel better.
Bypassing all the cars turning into the parking lot, I head for the VIP area. One of the perks of being related to the organizers.
Not that Peter and Nash are married, but Nash is basically part of the family.
Grabbing my VIP badge, I follow the lines of people heading into the makeshift stage. I see Gemma up ahead, pushing what looks to be Logan in his wheelchair.
Well, I’ll be damned. I’m glad I came tonight if only for seeing my brother outside of the house or rehab center.
Peter and Nash are in their own world as people hustle around them.
“Holy shit. If all it took was a music festival to get our brother out, I would’ve suggested you throw one months ago.”
I wrap an arm around Peter and Nash.
“I’m glad you could make it. You’ve been preoccupied lately,” Nash tells me.
“No comment.” I ruffle his hair, ignoring him.
I’m glad Nash is here. He and my brother are absolutely perfect for each other.
“Wait, does that mean something happened?” Peter asks.
“Like I said, no comment.” I push between the two of them and follow after Gemma to the stage.
The last thing I want is another conversation about Ivy. Nothing’s changed, so I don’t know why they’re asking.
Ivy’s gone. End of story.
A band is already playing by the time I find my way to the wings of the main stage.
“Look what the cat dragged in. Or, I guess I should say, out.” I slap Logan on the chest from behind. He looks up at me, a small smile on his face. It’s something I haven’t seen in a long time.
It’s really fucking good to see.
“I couldn’t miss this. It’s basically the only thing they’ve been talking about all summer.”
“You sure you don’t want to move in with me and Willow?” I offered it when he first came home, but he didn’t want to.
I think it’s more to do with protecting Willow than anything. We’ve spared her the worst of Logan’s injury. She loves her uncle too much to see the worst of it.
“Nah. I’m good. I’m hoping this next surgery will be the last.”
“You and me both.”
