““I sigh. Because love is all around me. And I’m Ms. Lonely. And then my gaze is moving . . . I don’t have to scan the room to find Logan, I know just where he is—it’s as if my brain has a 24/7 GPS on him. But the crazy, awesome, amazing thing that gets my heart pounding so loud it drowns out the sound of the music? When I look at Logan St. James across the room, he’s not searching the crowd for threats. He’s not looking in front of him, so he’s ready for whatever may come. Instead, when I indulge in my daily Logan stare-fest . . . he’s staring right back at me.””
