Sighing, he continued pacing and found that the movement didn’t give him any answers.
School.
Yes. That felt right. He should focus on that.
Figure out what he should study, use it as an opportunity to move forward.
Good. Great.
But what to study?
Only one thing came to mind. One subject he’d always enjoyed. Biology.
But he was going to be downright elderly sitting in those chairs surrounded by eighteen-year-olds.
And what else did he have to do that was better?
Sit around his brother’s place for days on end brooding?
“Fucking hell, man,” he muttered, striding to the window and deliberately ignoring both the pain in his hip and his heart. Both would abate. Move on.
Move forward.
Because that was what this was about.
He needed to move forward when all he wanted to do was look back.
He went back to the computer and started filling out college applications.
Chapter 4
Lorelai
Lori came out of the elevator at the end of the day a hell of a lot slower than she’d left. Her backpack felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, her brain was fuzzy from the lack of sleep, and . . .
Logan had texted her another picture.
She was scared to open it.
Snorting, she knew she was less scared to see the picture and more frightened that if she looked at it and liked it then she’d suddenly find herself next door, sampling the goods she’d seen in that first picture, and thus, ending her very long celibacy streak.
Not that she was opposed to ending it.
Just the reason she hadn’t was because normally she was extremely picky.
Who was she kidding?
A man who looked like Logan? No red-blooded, straight, single female was going to turn him down, photo faux pas or not.
Still, she’d had a day. Heather had been understanding, albeit not pleased to be kept waiting, and throughout their meeting Lori had felt like a misbehaving child in the principal’s office.
Thankfully, the program she’d been working on had demonstrated beautifully, with absolutely no hitches on her part.
The rest of the day hadn’t gone smoothly though.
She’d spilled coffee on herself, accidentally and permanently deleted several important lines of code for a different project, whose deadline was rapidly approaching. At which point, she’d christened everyone within earshot with her favorite set of curse words. Unprofessional, yes, but uncommon? No. Unfortunately for Lori, Heather O’Keith’s nephew, Hunter, had been visiting the office. He’d heard her then had joyfully repeated the slew of f-words the entire way down the hall, much to his mother, Abby’s, displeasure.
Pissing off all the O’Keiths today.