Page 96 of My Destiny

“Are you sure you’re up to doing this? A few minutes ago…”

“Shh,” he says, placing his hand over my mouth. “It may in fact kill me, but what a way to go.”

“Hmm,” I say, looking over the menu. “I’m not sure what I feel like.”

“I could eat a damn horse,” Logan replies, making me laugh.

“I don’t think they have horse on the menu.”

“Very funny,” he says. “After the amount of calories I burnt off this morning, I need something with sustenance. I might have the big breakfast, or the pancakes, or both.”

“You ran a kilometre, not a marathon.”

“That’s huge for me.”

“Not for me,” I say, shrugging. “I might just have some fruit and yogurt.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know how you survive on that shit, especially with the amount of exercise you do.”

“It’s not shit; it’s good for me.”

He looks at me over the top of his menu and smiles. “I know babe, and I love that you look after yourself.”

The waitress approaches our table. “Are you ready to order?” she asks. My gaze moves to Logan to take the lead, but when he looks up at her, all the colour drains from his face. “Logan.”

“Mandy.” His eyes dart to me before moving back to her. I have no idea who this woman is, but I can tell by his reaction that she’s somebody to him.

“I can’t believe it.” She’s beaming as she speaks. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great. How are you?”

“Things are okay with me, I guess,” she says with a shrug. “You look amazing by the way, but you always did.”

He clears his throat, as he shuffles uncomfortably in his seat. “How’s Brent?”

“We’re not together anymore.” His eyes don’t leave her as he reaches across the table to take hold of my hand. “You of all people know what he’s like. He left me and the kids a few months ago. He’s shacking up with some nineteen-year-old he met at the gym apparently. Hence why I’m working here. Somebody has to pay the bills.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says, but his tone sounds anything but sincere.

“Are you still working with your dad?”

“No, he retired years ago. I’m running the company now.”

“Wow. Good for you.” She reaches out, placing her hand on his arm, and I don’t like it. “You always were a hard worker; you deserve all the success.”

He tugs at the collar of his shirt. I’ve never seen him like this before. My eyes move to her and take her in. She’s beautiful, with a tall, slender figure, large blue eyes, and long blonde hair. She’s so fixated on him, I don’t even think she realises I’m sitting here.

“Have you decided what you’re having, Hot Stuff?” I ask, not only as an attempt to break this moment they appear to be having, but also to alert her to my presence.

Her head snaps in my direction as a fake smile graces her face. “Hot Stuff—how cute. And very fitting, I must say.” I force myself to smile as my attention moves back to Logan. The corners of his lips turn up slightly when our eyes meet.

“Amanda, this is my girlfriend, Brooke. Brooke, this is Amanda.” I feel somewhat relieved when he introduces me as his girlfriend, but it doesn’t escape me that he greeted her as Mandy. They must be close if he has a pet name for her.

“Girlfriend, wow.” I don’t miss her condescending tone as she eyes me up and down before giving Logan her full attention once more. “I thought you’d be married with children by now.”

He takes in a large breath and averts his gaze down the table. I wait for him to reply to her comment, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just sits there tapping his forefinger on the table. I hate seeing him like this.

“Can we get the fruit platter with a side of yoghurt and the big breakfast please,” I say, picking up both menus and passing them to her. Hopefully she takes the hint.