by K. B. Webb
When she was done, she took the guitar off and handed it to Ryan. She walked towards me and stood in front of me but left about a foot between us.
“I thought you didn’t play the guitar anymore?” Of all the things I should have and could have said in that moment, that wasn’t an important one, but it was the first thing that came to my mind.
“I quit playing because I lost my reason to. But, I found a new reason. You. You’re my reason, Logan.” She took another step towards me so that we were almost chest-to-chest. “God, Logan, I am so sorry. I know you probably hate me, and I don’t blame you, but I had to try. I had to show you what you mean to me. I shouldn’t have pushed you away, but I did. And now I’m standing in front of you trying the best I can to show you that I don’t want to push you away anymore. I want this. I want you. You’re my reflection.” She shrugged at the last sentence like that explained everything, and in a way, it did.
Mine and Molly’s relationship had started off on a rough patch. But we always saw the good in each other. I saw parts of Molly that I wanted in myself; it was like she was my mirror. And sometimes, the mirror would crack or get smudges on it, but I could always see her on the other side, even if the view was slightly distorted.
“How did you get here?”
She smiled coyly at me, “Well I drove. It was too far to walk and I couldn’t afford a plane ticket.” We both laughed, but her face turned serious. “I started seeing a counselor. I’ve only talked to her a few times, but it’s helping. And I have a great group of friends that kind of kicked my ass into gear and made me see the error of my ways.” She looked down at her boots, rocking on her heels for a moment. “I went to visit Colt’s grave. I haven’t been since he died. I, well, I asked him for forgiveness. I stayed for a few hours and just talked to him like he was there right in front of me listening. I can’t explain it, but doing that, talking to Colt gave me peace, closure in some ways. I’m always going to be a little fucked up, and I will probably fuck up a lot more, but I want this. I want you, Logan. More than anything.”
Without another thought, I grabbed her and kissed her like I had been dreaming about doing for a month. I loved this girl with every fiber of my being. We were both going to make more mistakes, but what mattered is we would always come back together. Molly and I were meant for each other. I knew it. She knew it. And now everyone in the French Quarter knew it too.
Our kiss was interrupted my cheers and hollers from the many people around us. I pulled her into a hug so that only she could hear me. “You know when you wear your cowboy boots, it makes me think about that night in my truck.”
She laughed, looked me in the eyes, and whispered, “That’s what I was hoping for.”
All of our friends joined us and Lyric dove at me once she caught sight of me. I had missed that little girl so damn much. She may not have been my blood, but she was mine. And one day, she would be a Wade, just like her mom.
“So does this mean you’re coming back to Monroe?” Molly seemed scared to ask the question, as if she thought I would say no.
“No, Cookie, I’m coming home.” Her smile was brighter than the sun and she kissed me with both hands wrapped around my face.
“I love you, Molly Scott. To the moon and back. Forever and always.”
“I love you, Logan Wade. So much more.”
First and foremost, I want to thank Tyler. My soul mate, my best friend, my everything. Without you, there would be no story to tell. Thank you for saving me from myself on more than one occasion. Thank you for being the inspiration behind every aspect of Logan Wade, from his ratty jeans to his Southern boy charm. Thank you for being supportive and telling me on more than one night that I needed to write instead of watching Friends reruns. I love you, Tyler. There aren’t enough ‘thank yous’ I can say to let you know how much I appreciate you. All I hope is writing our story is enough for you to see yourself how I’ve always seen you. To the moon and back Tyler, always.
To my sweet Hellion, Mila. One day you will understand why mommy said, “Just one more minute,” a million times. I never had a dream to follow till I looked into your beautiful blue eyes. Now, I follow my dreams so that one day you will have the strength to follow your own. Mommy loves you more than you will ever know, Mila.
To my wonderful mother. Thank you for giving me the push I needed to do something I have always dreamed of. Thank you for installing a love of reading in me at such a young age. Thank you for being an English major and convincing me I really needed an editor. Thank you for being my mom. Our relationship hasn’t always been easy, but it has always always been worth it.
To Keitha and Carrie, the inspirations behind Wynee Williams. Thank you both so much for being the two best friends a girl could ask for. Thank y’all for listening to me talk about plot lines and book related things when deep down, I know y’all didn’t really give a damn. I love you both like sisters and will forever be grateful for the friendship you each have given me.
To my sisters, thank you for being there since day one. For celebrating all the highs with me. I hope that you always have the strength to follow your own dreams, no matter how terrifying they may seem.
To my wonderful mother-in-law, Jen, I’m sorry Logan’s dad didn’t look like Channing Tatum. Next book, I promise! Thank you for bringing me laughs, sage advice and many free lunches! I will forever be grateful that I have you.
To Paula, Aunt Johnen, Hannah, Paige, and Whitney, I promise y’all will have signed paperbacks soon! Thank y’all for always showing an interest in the story you could tell meant so much to me.
To all the amazing bloggers who put so much of their own time and effort into sharing new authors with their audiences. You ladies are truly an inspiration and I appreciate every single one of you! A special thank you to My Fictional Boyfriend & Book Whore Page, Falling In Fall Book Blog, A Love Affair With Books, Morning After a Good Book, The Book Whore-der’s Delights, Stephanie’s Book Reports, Sandwich Making Book Bitches, The Boyfriend Bookmark, Scandalous BOOK BLOG, and If These Boobs Could Talk just to name a few. I really am grateful for everything you amazing women do!
To my amazing cover designer, Arijana Karčić at Cover It! Designs. Thank you for bringing the cover I had designed in my head to life. Thank you for all the changes I was picky enough to make, and for having an amazing creative eye. Most of all, thank you for being a friend to me when I didn’t have many. Not only are you a creative genius, you are a truly amazing person.
To the most bad-ass editor around, Becky Johnson at Hot Tree Editing. Thank you for correcting the terrible tense issues I know I had, for always having a kind word and kick-ass advice, and for using the word bloody in your editorial comments. I adore you and am damn lucky that you took such an interest in a story that is so very personal to me in so many ways. You are truly talented.
Lastly, I want to thank everyone who purchased Reflect Me. This story came from a very real, raw personal place inside me. I basically poured my heart out onto my laptop and crossed my fingers y’all would love my characters as much as I did. I hope that each of you found a character that you could relate to in some way.
The Reflect Me series continues with Lucas and Dani’s story. Look for it to be released early 2014. Be sure to like me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter to stay up to date with all follow up news.
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