#Chapter 193: Logan’s Reunion

Logan looked at himself in the mirror for the fifth time the next morning. He was dressed sharply as ever in his work clothes. Already he had tied and retied his tie three different times. This final time, he undid it and tossed it carelessly to the side. It fluttered down onto the floor of my bedroom. “You look great,” I told him, leaning on the doorframe, looking in. “But even if you didn’t, your foster parents wouldn’t care.” “Everything has to be perfect,” he said. He sounded more nervous than I had ever heard him before. Rarely was he ever anything but totally confident, especially in relation to his physical appearance. “It is perfect,” I said. Stepping into the bathroom, I reached up and clasped his hand, the one that had been idly fixing and unfixing the top button of his white dress shirt. “It will be perfect.” Looking at me, he seemed to return back to himself somewhat. He gave me a small smile as he leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. “And if it isn’t?” he