didn’t need another responsibility. So he’d spend the next few days with Sunny, enjoying her company, and then, in the middle of the night, he’d leave.
She’d understand, Logan rationalized. She knew as well as he did that any future between them was doomed. So why not just enjoy their attraction for a bit longer and call an end to it, sensibly, without any regrets?
Or why not just leave now? Sunny was safe here. She had a place to stay until she went back home. It would be simple enough for her to get a flight to Brisbane. Now would be the best time, he told himself.
But was it the coward’s way out? Would he leave to make things easier for her—or for him? Falling in love with Sunny was the last thing in the world he wanted to do. It would only cause more complications in a relationship that was complicated already.
“Just go,” he murmured. Turning away from the railing, he walked back into the villa. Sunny didn’t stir as he passed on his way to the bedroom. Logan silently began to gather his things, stowing them in his rucksack.
When he was finished, he stood beside the empty bed, considering what he was about to do. There’d be no going back. Any future that he might have dreamed about with Sunny would evaporate.
Gathering his resolve, Logan walked back through the villa and paused as he passed the sofa. Scanning Sunny’s profile, he tried to commit the last details to memory. It would be a long time before he forgot her—and the time they spent together.
He turned and walked to the door, then opened it slowly. She’d be fine. This was all going to come to an end anyway. Better sooner than later.
The night air was chilly as Logan walked out to the campervan. He opened the door and sat down behind the wheel, tossing his rucksack onto the passenger seat. But when he pulled his keys out of his pocket, he couldn’t bring himself to go any further.
His gaze fell on the volume of Shakespeare sitting on the console between the seats. They were in the middle of As You Like It, a play made much better by Sunny’s narration. He picked the book up and opened it, then pulled out a bubblegum wrapper she was using as a bookmark. She’d bought a handful of bubblegum a few days ago and they’d spent a hundred-kilometer stretch outside of Bourke in a bubble-blowing contest.
As he looked around the campervan, there were reminders of her everywhere. Cursing softly, he flipped on the overhead light and moved into the back, picking up Sunny’s things along the way. She’d made herself at home, that much was clear.
Logan stopped short and tossed the items onto the sofa. This was crazy. Just because he rid himself of her things it wouldn’t stop the memories from coming. He got back behind the wheel and reached for the ignition. But a knock on the window startled him.
He glanced to his left and saw Sunny standing outside, wrapped in a blanket, her hair tumbled down around her face. Logan rolled down the window.
“What are you doing out here?” she asked. “I woke up and I couldn’t find you.”
He scrambled for an answer. He couldn’t tell her the truth—it would only hurt her. “I—I thought I left a light on and I just wanted to check to see if it drained the battery.” He turned the ignition and the campervan started. “It’s all right. Go inside. I’m just going to let it run for a while. I’ll be in in a few minutes.”
She gave him a puzzled look then nodded. “All right. But hurry up.”
Logan watched as she walked back to the villa. Groaning, he bent his head over the steering wheel, resting it against his clasped hands. What the hell was he doing? It might very well be the noble thing to do, to break things off cleanly now. But the only one he was really protecting was himself.
Sunny was a big girl. She knew the pitfalls of love, probably better than he did. When things didn’t work out in the end, she’d go on with her life. She’d find a nice guy, maybe settle into a good
She’d understand, Logan rationalized. She knew as well as he did that any future between them was doomed. So why not just enjoy their attraction for a bit longer and call an end to it, sensibly, without any regrets?
Or why not just leave now? Sunny was safe here. She had a place to stay until she went back home. It would be simple enough for her to get a flight to Brisbane. Now would be the best time, he told himself.
But was it the coward’s way out? Would he leave to make things easier for her—or for him? Falling in love with Sunny was the last thing in the world he wanted to do. It would only cause more complications in a relationship that was complicated already.
“Just go,” he murmured. Turning away from the railing, he walked back into the villa. Sunny didn’t stir as he passed on his way to the bedroom. Logan silently began to gather his things, stowing them in his rucksack.
When he was finished, he stood beside the empty bed, considering what he was about to do. There’d be no going back. Any future that he might have dreamed about with Sunny would evaporate.
Gathering his resolve, Logan walked back through the villa and paused as he passed the sofa. Scanning Sunny’s profile, he tried to commit the last details to memory. It would be a long time before he forgot her—and the time they spent together.
He turned and walked to the door, then opened it slowly. She’d be fine. This was all going to come to an end anyway. Better sooner than later.
The night air was chilly as Logan walked out to the campervan. He opened the door and sat down behind the wheel, tossing his rucksack onto the passenger seat. But when he pulled his keys out of his pocket, he couldn’t bring himself to go any further.
His gaze fell on the volume of Shakespeare sitting on the console between the seats. They were in the middle of As You Like It, a play made much better by Sunny’s narration. He picked the book up and opened it, then pulled out a bubblegum wrapper she was using as a bookmark. She’d bought a handful of bubblegum a few days ago and they’d spent a hundred-kilometer stretch outside of Bourke in a bubble-blowing contest.
As he looked around the campervan, there were reminders of her everywhere. Cursing softly, he flipped on the overhead light and moved into the back, picking up Sunny’s things along the way. She’d made herself at home, that much was clear.
Logan stopped short and tossed the items onto the sofa. This was crazy. Just because he rid himself of her things it wouldn’t stop the memories from coming. He got back behind the wheel and reached for the ignition. But a knock on the window startled him.
He glanced to his left and saw Sunny standing outside, wrapped in a blanket, her hair tumbled down around her face. Logan rolled down the window.
“What are you doing out here?” she asked. “I woke up and I couldn’t find you.”
He scrambled for an answer. He couldn’t tell her the truth—it would only hurt her. “I—I thought I left a light on and I just wanted to check to see if it drained the battery.” He turned the ignition and the campervan started. “It’s all right. Go inside. I’m just going to let it run for a while. I’ll be in in a few minutes.”
She gave him a puzzled look then nodded. “All right. But hurry up.”
Logan watched as she walked back to the villa. Groaning, he bent his head over the steering wheel, resting it against his clasped hands. What the hell was he doing? It might very well be the noble thing to do, to break things off cleanly now. But the only one he was really protecting was himself.
Sunny was a big girl. She knew the pitfalls of love, probably better than he did. When things didn’t work out in the end, she’d go on with her life. She’d find a nice guy, maybe settle into a good
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