More Than A Favor

Chapter 2

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The soft rustle of paper caught Logan‘ attention. He looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. I didn’t need a mirror to know how grim my expression was.

“You look pale,” he said, frowning slightly. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Without answering, I walked over to his desk, my fingers tightening around the marriage license application in my hand. Swallowing the bitterness in my throat, I finally spoke. “If you don’t want to marry me, I can tell your mom myself.”

His frown deepened. He knew I’d overheard everything.

My voice cracked as I continued, “I never thought I’d end up being a burden

to you, Logan-”

“Elaine,” he cut in, his tone calm but firm. “To everyone else, we’re already like a married couple.”

I froze. Was that why? Because it looked right to everyone else?

I wanted him to marry me because he loved me, not because it was

convenient.

Logan capped the pen in his hand with a quiet click, his gaze dropping to the crumpled application form I was holding. “We’ll register next Wednesday,” he said, the words flat, emotionless.

It was what I thought I wanted to hear. But instead of relief, I felt a heavy ache deep in my chest.

I shook my head slightly, my voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to force yourself. I’m not some charity case.”

“Elaine Hart.” His voice turned sharp.

I flinched and looked up, meeting his impatient gaze.

held out his hand. “Give

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between us. His tall frame towered over me as he exhaled softly, his frustration tempered with a strange gentleness. “I was joking with Caleb,” he said, his voice quieter now.

it really just a

know how men are,” he added, his tone almost

Slowly, he pried the document from my grasp. “Don’t let

he turned away and tucked the application form into a desk drawer. Then, grabbing his coat,

that a lot lately–leaving without explanation, staying out longer

could pass me, I spoke, my voice

He stopped.

trembling slightly but firm enough to demand an answer.

For a moment, I thought he might actually answer. Then, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, softening his features. A dimple appeared on

the first time I saw that smile, ten years ago. I had just arrived at the Mercer estate, a scared girl of fourteen, and he had ruffled my hair and called me

me I didn’t even

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his fingers ruffling my hair in the

voice soft. “Why else would I go across the city to get you roasted pears when you’re sick? Or buy you your favorite roses every birthday? Or

sliding from my head to my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. “And why else,” he added, “would I want to marry

words should’ve comforted me.

But they weren’t.

let it go this time. “Do you