Stories

Marissa left town, and Jo felt like she could breathe again. Things returned to normal. Logan stayed over most nights. […]

Jo tried not to think about Marissa. She really tried. But her brain had other plans. For two days, she

Jo was having a great day. Client loved her latest designs. Olive was being remarkably well-behaved. Logan had texted her

Jo woke up to sunlight streaming through her window and Logan’s arm heavy across her waist. For a moment, she

Jo spent the entire next day rehearsing. “I love you.” Too abrupt. “Logan, I think I’m in love with you.”

“I need you to trust me,” Logan said over the phone. “That’s never a reassuring way to start a conversation,”

The annual building barbecue was, according to Anderson Alcott, “mandatory fun for community bonding.” Jo had been dreading it since

The morning after their sleepover, Jo woke up to find Logan already awake, watching her with soft eyes. “Creepy,” she

Jo had a problem. She’d invited Logan over for a home-cooked thank-you dinner—date number five, as he’d insisted on calling

Their first date had been perfect. Logan had taken her to a small Italian restaurant with candlelit tables and homemade