Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“This is huge, Lucky.”
“Moving away from you was a mistake, and I have to fix it. It was already agony to be so far from you every week. But then yesterday, when I knew you needed me and I had to spend all day traveling before I could be by your side, it was absolute torture. And it made me think, what if it had been urgent? What if you or Owen got sick or hurt and needed me right away? Taking seven hours to get to you would be totally unacceptable.”
“It’ll be so good to have you back here.”
He looked hopeful as he asked, “Are you ready to take this to the next level? Because I need you with me Logan, not just for the big events, but for the smallest day-to-day moments.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m more than ready. And are you ready to help me raise one amazing little boy?”
“It’ll be an honor and a privilege.”
I kissed him before resting my head on his shoulder, and after a pause he said, “There’s one more piece to this puzzle. I really want to convince my dad to move to San Francisco. It’ll be a hard sell, because he’s set in his ways. But I’m going to do my best to convince him it’s the right call. That way, we can see each other a lot more often, and continue to drive each other nuts playing golf, and I can keep an eye on him and encourage him to slow down and enjoy his life for a change, instead of constantly working.”
“It does sound like a tough sell for a workaholic like your dad, but I really hope you can convince him.”
“Me, too,” he said. “I’m just going to add ‘work miracles’ to today’s already very full to-do list.”
When we pulled up to his house a couple of minutes later, he told the driver we’d be about fifteen minutes. Then I went inside with him and tried to take it all in with a fresh perspective.
If there was one thing I understood, it was a father’s love for his son. That’s what all of this was, an attempt by Lucky’s dad to take care of him. Even if it was overdone, I could appreciate the intention behind it.
On the way upstairs, I asked, “Did you pick out the furniture?”
“No, my dad hired a designer to handle all of that, and it was done by the time I moved to San Francisco. I get what he was going for, even if it’s nowhere near my style.”
We went to the main bedroom, which had that same masculine-rugged vibe as the rest of the house, and I sat on the large bed while he disappeared into a walk-in closet. While he changed, I tried to imagine the Lucky I knew living here, but it just didn’t make sense.
The Lucky that returned to the bedroom a few minutes later was a much better fit with this house. He’d changed into a pair of black pants and loafers, and he wore a pinstriped dress shirt with the sleeves rolled back. He was also carrying a black leather overnight bag, and there was a suit jacket draped over his arm.
He came up to me and traced my jaw as he said, “It’s weird, right? I look like I’m playing dress-up in someone else’s closet. These clothes remind me of the uniform I had to wear when I was in Catholic school. Maybe that’s why I’m always uncomfortable when I’m in anything besides a T-shirt and jeans.”
“It was jarring yesterday when I first saw you in a suit. But even in these clothes and in this setting, you’re still my Lucky,” I said. “It’s just taking me a minute to reconcile the different parts of you.”
He leaned down and kissed me, and then he grinned. “Come on, let’s take you shopping, so you too can get dressed up and feel like a poser.”
Clothes weren’t his—or my—area of expertise, so Lucky wasted no time asking for help once we got to the high-end department store. Since it was midmorning on a weekday, it was far from busy, and we ended up with four salespeople pulling together outfits for me. They actually seemed to be enjoying themselves, and so did Lucky. His job was to give me his honest opinion while I modeled for him.
I fidgeted in front of a three-sided mirror and asked, “What do you think? Is this outfit somehow better than the last one?” I’d tried on a few combinations of dress pants and button-down shirts by this point, but I wasn’t sure why. As far as I was concerned, the first outfit I tried on was just fine.
Lucky came up behind me and slipped his hands around my waist. “This royal blue shirt looks amazing on you. Why don’t you wear this outfit to today’s lunch meeting, and then we’ll have them bag up the rest?”