Logan Richards gripped the steering wheel tightly as he slammed on the brake and came to a jolting halt in the middle of the busy street. Chest tight, breath abated, his heart leapt while he frantically tried to organize his thoughts as he watched the woman move down the crowded sidewalk. Craning his head, Logan followed her closely as she moved in between people—disappearing and reappearing—it would be devastating if he lost track of her amongst the crowd.
Where was she going? Logan thought frantically. His pulse raced wildly as he lost sight of her momentarily. And then after a few seconds he released his breath in a ragged sigh of relief as he watched her walk into The Pavilion. “It’s her,” he whispered to himself. “It’s really her.”
He had waited for this moment his entire life.