"Andrews, V C - The Casteels 03 - Fallen Hearts" - читать интересную книгу автора (Andrews V.C)

finally giving up and running off in a sulk when she saw that he
wouldn't divert his attention from me. I could almost hear my brothers"
and sisters" voices ahead. Despite how hard our lives were then, the
memories brought tears to my eyes.

"Hey, hey," Logan said, seeing my eyes begin to fill with tears, "this
is a happy day. I want a big smile and I want to hear your laughter
echo through the Willies, just the way it used to."

"Oh, Logan, thank you. Thank you for being here, for caring."

He stopped and turned me toward him; his eyes were serious and full of
love.

"No, Heaven. It's I who should thank you for being as beautiful and as
lovely as I remember you. It's as if" - he looked around, searching for
the words - "as if time stood still for us and everything that we
thought happened since was only a dream. now we are waking up and once
again you are here, I am here with you, and I have your hand in mine.
I'll never let it go again," he vowed.

A tingle traveled through my fingers laced through his, a tingle of
happiness that reached my heart and set it pounding the way it had that
first day we kissed, when I was only twelve years old. I wanted him to
kiss me again, I wanted to be that same innocent girl again, but I
wasn't. And he wasn't, either. Why, only a few months ago rumors were
flying that he intended to marry Maisie Setterton. But Maisie seemed to
have disappeared from the picture of Logan's life as soon as I returned.

We walked silently along the wooded path. Red cardinals and brown
speckled sparrows followed along, flitting through the shadows of the
forest, moving so quickly and gracefully we barely saw a branch shake.

"I know," Logan finally said, "that both our lives took strangely
different directions since the days when I walked you home from school,
and all the promises we made to each other then might seem more like
foolish dreams. But I would like to think that our love for each other
was so strong that it has outlasted all the tragedy and all the hardship
since."

We stopped to face each other again. I knew he could read all the doubt
in my eyes.

"Logan. I'd like to believe that, too. I'm tired of dreams that die,
dreams that were really too airy and weak to last or grow stronger as we
grew older. I want to believe in someone again."

"Oh, Heaven, believe in me," he pleaded, taking my hand into both of his
now. "I won't disappoint you. Ever."