The door opens and Marco steps out and pulls me into his arms. “Princess.” Marco is the only one that I will allow to call me this. So don’t get any ideas. “Marco.” I cry—literally. “Oh Priss, come here and let me hold you.” Okay, Marco is the only one that I’d ever let call me Priss—see a patter...
“Logan, it’s Sam. I wish you’d pick up. I’ll be in Dublin for a few more days. Things here are… crazy. Logan, I’m sorry about everything. I’m scared and confused about things, about us. Even though I’m breaking your heart as well as mine, I feel like I’m doing the right thing. I’m not saying it...