Page 130 of My Destiny

My mood has turned around somewhat by the time I arrive back home. It’s just after four, and I had the most amazing day with Logan’s sister. We spent two hours at the day spa being pampered, followed by lunch, and then she took me to her hairdresser’s, where we got our hair done. Michelle didn’t realise it was my birthday either, and I didn’t let her know, but I still appreciated that I got to do something special today. My mum always made a huge fuss when she was alive, but Jake often forgot, so it’s not like I’m not used to be overlooked.

I didn’t hear from Logan all day, which concerns me. But I have to trust that he’s telling me the truth. I almost brought it up with Michelle so I could hear her take on Amanda, but I decided against it. I have to let this go or it’s going to destroy us.

The lift doors open when I arrive at the penthouse floor, and a smile bursts onto my face the moment I see Logan waiting for me in the foyer.

“There’s my girl,” he says, his smile matching my own. When he opens his arms, I practically leap into them. “I missed you so much today.”

Drawing back, my eyes meet his. “I missed you too. You look tired.” The dark circles under his eyes concern me.

“I am,” he says.

“Why don’t we give tonight a miss and stay home. We can go on a date another time.”

“No can do, I’m afraid. Besides, I can sleep in tomorrow.” Releasing me, he reaches for my hand. “Come, I have something for you.”

“You do? What?”

“It’s in our bedroom.”

“Oh,” I say, laughing. I should’ve known. He has a one-track mind.

When we enter the room, he leads me towards the bed. A small gift bag sits on top of the covers. He picks it up and hands it to me. “Happy birthday, babe.”

“You remembered?”

“How could I not? I’m sorry it’s taken me,” he pauses to look down at his watch, “until four twenty-three in the afternoon to say it. It was five o’clock this morning when I left, and you looked too peaceful to wake. It didn’t feel right putting it in the note, or saying it over the phone. I wanted to do it face to face.”

“I love you,” I say, tenderly running my hand down the side of his face.

“And I love you.”

“So tonight isn’t really a date night?”

“No, it’s reallyI’m taking the love of my life out on the town for her birthdaynight, which was previously disguised as date night.”

His reply makes me laugh. “You’re the sweetest.”

“If you’re lucky, there may even be some dancing involved.” He raises his eyebrows as his arms slide around my waist, drawing me closer.

“But you hate dancing,” I say.

“Not with you, I don’t. You’ve changed me. Now anything that involves you is my favourite thing to do. Plus it means I get to hold you close, and that’s always a good thing.”

“Well, I look forward to that part of the evening.”

“Open your gift,” he says.

Pulling the small box out of the bag, I open the lid. “Hot Stuff,” I gasp.

“It’s not as extravagant as the necklace I gave you when we went to the ballet, but I had this one custom made. A ballerina, for my ballerina.”

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I pull out the fine gold chain on which the ballerina pendant hangs. The tutu she’s wearing is diamond encrusted. “I love it.”

“I’m glad,” he says, brushing my lips with his.

“I’m going to wear it tonight with my blue dress.”

“I was hoping you would. Your hair looks nice,” he says, looking me over. I had it washed and blow-dried and some soft curls added.