The dress he was so diligently searching for was in the house. Under lock and key. Unfortunately for Logan it was in her trunk, the one her father made, that required an intricate key to open.
When she got his message she was doing nothing in particular. So far the details of their wedding were few and far between. They had not settled on a date, so planning had to wait. Setting the case of empty bullet casings in the trunk of her car she took her phone out and sent a message back.
Picking up a few things for work. Need anything while I am out?
The phone slipped back inside her jacket and she shut the hatch of the car. Getting inside she began to head home. Although when she reached the next red light she quickly sent him another message.
Be here [Address] in thirty minutes. Bring beer and the puppy.