Can't Let Go - By Michelle Brewer Page 0,1

herself between the door and the wall, reaching out to touch her lips to his.

“There will be plenty of time for that later,” Abby hinted, her voice low and suggestive. Logan used his shoulder to open the door just a bit wider as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head against hers.

“Good, because as amazing as you look in that dress, I’m certain you look much better without.”

“Well, the sooner you let Hayley and I get back to finishing up, the sooner you’ll get to take it off.” She enjoyed the way his gray eyes roamed over her body—the way his hands felt as they rested on her hips. It was so natural, as if they were made to fit together.

“You’re beautiful, Miss Abigail Lewis. Beautiful, amazing, incredible…you know that, right?” And she could tell by the look in his eyes that he meant it. Her heart fluttered in her chest, feelings of warmth radiating through her. She held his eyes for a moment, almost forgetting that her best friend was standing behind her, preparing for the wedding that was going to take place within the next hour.

But the moment passed and Abby’s smile began to slip, reality sinking in.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she told him, trying to maintain her mood. She reached up and touched her lips to his once more before breaking his grasp and ushering him away.

But, deep down, Abby couldn’t help the sadness that was beginning to unfold within her. Because as amazing as Logan was, she wasn’t sure he would ever realize it.

Maybe that was why she couldn’t imagine herself in Hayley’s shoes.

Logan had always considered himself so lucky to have her in his life. She made everything brighter, he had once told her. But she doubted that he knew what kind of an effect he had on her.

“You two will be here before you know it,” Hayley spoke, interrupting Abby’s thoughts and she turned, her cheeks reddening.

“He wants to wait.” Abby’s mood dampened just a bit more as she shrugged her shoulders. She and Logan had already had that conversation. “I don’t deserve you, Abby. One day you’ll see that.” He told her.

Abby and Hayley both came from wealthy families. They had been expected to go off to college out on the east coast and find themselves respectable young men of similar stations in life. Instead, they’d fallen for a pair of best friends from Boston who had not a cent to their name.

Blake was going to school to become a doctor while Logan had pretty much given up on college, instead spending his nights as a bartender and summers in construction. He’d taken classes for the last two years simply to placate Abby, but she knew that he had no sense of direction. He wasn’t happy tending bar and doing hard labor every summer, but, in his mind, he wasn’t cut out for anything better.

Abby and Hayley’s parents had insisted the relationships wouldn’t last—that they were only flings, and that the girls would come to their senses. But three years later, and both girls were more in love than ever before.

It had been an easy choice for Hayley. She’d never really gotten along with her parents—mostly because she’d never really cared about what they thought or felt the need to please them. They had always frowned upon her wild child ways—Hayley had, after all, rebelled nearly every opportunity given. Abby, on the other hand, adored her dad. Her mother had died when she was just a girl and she’d always felt the need to make her father proud.

Abby was aware that, like Hayley, she would more-than-likely be disowned if she were to choose to spend her life with Logan. Logan was aware of this as well—and it had always been their biggest source of conflict. Every time the future was discussed, it would always come back to the same thing: In Logan’s eyes, Abby deserved better.

But Abby also knew that Logan had no idea how special he was. He had no idea how much he had to offer—no sense of his own potential. And until he did…

“You ready?” Abby asked, pulling herself away from her thoughts. This was not the time to dwell, she told herself. She was here to celebrate.

“I think so,” Hayley responded, her smile bright and natural. Hayley took Abby’s hand as they gave themselves one last once-over.

Hayley looked absolutely radiant—beautiful in a classic sense. Even when she dressed casually, she was stunning. Now, however,