I, Summer Campbell, certify that Logan Tate is suited to return to work, and is ready and able to perform the functions of his position.

The words are all right there, plain and simple. All I have to do is sign my name.

The counselor in me knows that we’ve barely scratched the surface of Logan’s issues, but the romantic in me knows that if I stay here in Lost Haven any longer . . . well, I think last night is all the evidence I need that whatever is happening between Logan and me is the furthest thing from professional.

I told him I’m leaving today. So, why can’t I just work up the courage and sign my name to the paperwork that makes it official?

Les is right. I flew all the way out here and convinced Logan to do some counseling sessions with me. That was my job, and I did it. As for digging deep and really getting to the heart of his psychological issues, I did my best. It’s time to close this client file before I fall in love with the man. Although admittedly, it might be too late for that.

With a heavy sigh, I uncap my pen and do what I have to. One quick scribble across the page, and the deed is done. Signed, sealed, and now I just have to deliver it. Which means hopping on a plane and taking it back to Boston where I belong. Far away from Lost Haven, and far away from Logan.

Just thinking about him, about last night, makes my head spin.

Who falls for a guy in less than two weeks? Even worse, what kind of counselor falls for her client? And why don’t I feel more guilty about it than I do?

This whole situation is enough to give me a pounding headache, which is the last thing I need right now. I stare at the paper, trying to focus my attention to make the pain go away.

In any other situation, I’d be proud to sign these papers. I just successfully gave professional counseling to one of hockey’s top athletes. Instead, it feels like the end of a chapter of my life that I’m not sure I’m done living. Whether I’m ready to say good-bye or not, I’ve got a flight to catch.

Packing is quick work, considering I only brought a few days’ worth of clothes. Fitting in the new socks and toiletries from the general store, along with the small collection of gifts I’ve accrued from the family, is a bit of a challenge, but I manage to squeeze it all in. I top the bag off with the tin of tea that Jillian gave me as a parting gift. As if leaving weren’t hard enough, losing Logan’s family too is just the cherry on top of an ice cream sundae of suckiness.