Logan sat back on his chair and took an unsteady breath.
The photo was gone. This was cause for concern, certainly, but… Maybe it was also a blessing.
What reason did he have for obsessing over the photo any longer? He accepted his growing feelings for Hazel. He didn’t need to be tied down to some other woman in this way. Hazel likely wouldn’t be pleased that he kept a photo of another woman in his desk to look at whenever he wanted.
Besides, Dylan had a copy of the photo and was actively searching for his wife. Let Dylan sort this all out. Logan didn’t need to bother himself with it anymore.
Yet… even so…
It felt as if a piece of him was missing. That photo, that ring…
He had almost been a different person on that trip. Someone impulsive, who fell quickly and was willing to risk it
