Not His Only One

❝ you're late ❞

Jamie's warm breath ghosted into the freezing air as she began running her third mile. The cold air on her skin was a welcoming sensation as she ran out all her stressful thoughts. It was almost as if one more mile would finally clear her mind and she'd have all the answers to her problems out in front of her. So, even though her legs were about to give out, she kept on pushing through huffing and puffing along the way. 

Squish.

"Shit." Jamie groaned as she lifted her foot out of the fresh pile of doggy doo doo. 

"Hey, sorry I was just--"

Jamie spun around and locked eyes with the last person she thought she was going to see today. She shook her head in disbelief. Of course.

"Jamie," Ethan said amused while holding a large, grey dog on a leash. "I didn't expect to see you exercising ."

Jamie scowled at him. "Well, I didn't expect to be standing in a pile of shit, but here we are."

"I was just about to clean it up, but now you've spread it all over the sidewalk so..."

"Oh, so this my fault then?"

"Well, if the shoe fits..."

Jamie crossed her arms in annoyance. "They do. Quite comfortably actually and now I'll probably have to buy a new pair now that they're ruined!"

"Throw them in the wash. They'll be fine."

At this point, Jamie was royally miffed. She was just about to go off on Ethan when his dog started to whine.

"See what you've done." Ethan knelt down to pet the top of his dog's head. "You're constant bitching is making Ophelia upset."

Jamie looked at the dog Ethan was comforting. She had a big box like head and a white patch on her chest. Jamie's heart was about to melt at the sight of the cutie, but Jamie stood her ground determined to win this argument.

"Can you just admit it's your fault so I can get on with my run?" Jamie asked trying to stay calm. 

Ethan slowly stood up chuckling to himself. "Would that make you happy?"

Jamie smiled. "Yes. Yes, it would."

"Then no. I don't believe it's my fault."

And with that, Ethan jogged away with Ophelia trotting close behind. Jamie grumbled to herself annoyed that he got the last say in the argument. In the grand scheme of things, stepping in dog poop wasn't really that big of a deal. However, it was a whole lot easier for Jamie to focus on the argument with Ethan then thinking about what happened last night with Logan. A small rumble sounded in Jamie's stomach signaling that she needed to eat. Jamie shook her head and decided it was time to go home. She was exhausted and extremely hungry, and she knew she would have to face Logan sooner or later. 

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Jamie wrapped her soiled running shoes in a plastic bag and set them next to the front door to remind herself to clean them later. She quickly moved over to the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of water. She washed it down in one quick swig wiping the side of her mouth as excess droplets dribbled down her chin. 

She tried to mentally prepare herself for talking to Logan for the first time since last night. Would there still be some residual tension between the two? Would Logan act any different?

She had no idea what to expect, but she forced herself to open up the bedroom door. To her surprise, Logan was not in bed. Jamie found this very unusual since Logan loved to sleep in. She looked around the rest of the small apartment, but couldn't find Logan anywhere. Jamie sighed and decided it would be a good idea to take a shower. After all, she had been sweating these past few hours.