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I shrug and look away, fighting back more tears. So, he wants me back? But what if this doesn’t work out? What if he thinks he can control me again, order me around or have a tantrum when it doesn’t go his way? This is the nature of who he is. I’m not sure that will ever change .
“I love you, Paisley.” He cups my face in both his hands. I always feel so delicate around him. “There’s also another reason why I came in person .”
“What?” I sniff and wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. I must look so terrible right now with my nose all red, my hair all messy. “You wanted to make sure no guys were hitting on me, so you could go raving mad and stuff me in your car ?”
He drops his chin out of shame then looks up like he’s already over it. “Come on, now .”
“Tell me what’s going on, Logan .”
He takes my hands together in one of his. “Our buildings open tomorrow. I wanted to invite you to the ribbon-cutting ceremony. It’s at six o’clock, and I’ll come get you myself .”
“Why should I be there?” And what does he mean by “our buildings ?”
“Because. That project has your name written all over it, Paisley. You made it happen. You inspired its concept, and I’m dedicating it to you. Please come. I want the whole world to know the woman behind the Battery Park Children’s Library and Paisley Arts Center.” He kisses me in the middle of my forehead .
Paisley Arts Center? My hands shake. Is he serious ?
“I want the whole world to know that I love you .”