Gage’s smile turns sly and secretive, and have I mentioned he’s nothing but a ball of heated seduction? I’ll admit, there’s a teeny tiny part of me that wishes I had accidentally on purpose landed at that moment in time when Gage and I were on our honeymoon. Talk about heated seduction.
“I was thinking we could go somewhere a little more private.”His voice drops an octave, and my insides explode with heat. “You know, maybe make this night special.”
My mouth falls open as the memory crashes over me like an unexpected wave—this isthatnight. The night Gage and I were supposed to take our relationship to the very next sexed-up level before Marshall’s haunted rose and Chloe’s razor sidetracked our plansandmy body.
I give an audible gasp as the hot-to-trot pieces fall into place.
“What’s wrong?” Gage pulls back, his eyes scanning my face for signs of distress.
“Nothing.” I recover quickly with a blink. “I just—could you track down Brielle first? I really want to say goodbye before we leave, maybe ask for a little advice, about you know…” I shrink slightly, looking up at him with what I hope is a convincing display of teenage insecurity. And heaven knows I had it in spades. Still do on occasion.
Gage’s expression softens, but he’s still far too hot for his britches. “Sure. She’s probably with Drake somewhere.” He lands a quick kiss on my forehead. “Don’t disappear.”
Sadly, I’m sort of hoping to. That last thing I need is Gage trying to get into my pants while Logan watches on the sidelines—again.
As soon as Gage takes off into the crowd, I grab Logan by the shoulders and shake him silly with far more force than necessary.
“Logan!” My voice comes out in a panicked whisper. “I just remembered. This is the night Gage and I were going to you know—get horizontal, knock boots, connect like a couple of Lego pieces,go all the freaking way. He offered to gift himself to me. Not that it happened, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying.”
“Did you say he was going togifthimself to you?” Logan chuckles at the thought as if it were hilarious. “That sounds like Gage.” He averts his eyes. “So, what happened in the past? How did you manage to shake him off?” Logan knows that Gage and I didn’t hit the sheets until our honeymoon. And considering that our holy matrimony is still a blip on the horizon from this vantage point, Logan doesn’t look all that worried. And he shouldn’t be. I mean, it’snot like I’m going to fall into bed with Gage just to secure an anchor. But then if my children’s lives were on the line…
Again, so glad Logan and I aren’t holding hands or touching flesh in any way because when we do, he can certainly pry into my gray matter.
Logan frowns my way. “We don’t need to be touching for me to know where your mind just went.”
“Sorry.” I wrinkle my nose. “But in my defense, the children’s lives are at stake.”
He hikes a brow, and I don’t dare say another word.
“Getting back to the topic at hand,” which oddly enough is the very same topic, “Gage and I didn’t do it because your uncle had to sew my face back together after that run-in with Chloe and that rose I accidentally noshed on.”
“Only this time you didn’t swallow the rose or get your face bashed in.” He suddenly looks disappointed by both of those things. “Just tell Gage you changed your mind. It’s not like you’re changing history here. It didn’t happen that night, and it won’t happen tonight.” He says that last part as if he were imparting a decree. And considering our current wedded union, he sort of is.
Logan pulls me in close, his eyes darkening with a delicious look I know all too well. “Besides, you belong to me now and forever.” His lips curl with delicious, wicked intent. “I say we ditch the dimpled Oliver and head over to West. How about we make some new memories?”
“What will Gage do?”
“He’ll lend himself a hand. It won’t be the first time or the last,” he says with a dark laugh. “If it makes you feel better, he’ll be thinking of you.”
“You’re a riot.” I can’t help but frown his way. “So, you want to go to West? As in West Paragon High? And do what?” I bite down on my lip because I know exactly what he intends to do. Suffice it to say, Logan will most definitely be thinking of me, too.
He tilts his head to the side. “How about we give that oversized painting of Cerberus something to look at?”
The three-headed mural of a mutated pooch that guards the gym at West has seen plenty of scandalous behavior over the years, but nothing quite like what Logan is suggesting. Okay, fine, it’s probably seen that, too. Sluts are next in line for mascot.
“I’m in.” I shrug right back, my heart racing at the thought.
Gage clears his throat behind us, and we turn around to see the so-called Dimpled Oliver looking down right ticked.
“Brielle and Drake are indisposed,” he grunts my way.
Translation: they’re getting down and dirty in a closet somewhere. Typical Bree.
Gage growls at Logan, lower than a whisper but loud enough that Logan reluctantly lets go of my hand. The tension between them crackles like static electricity, a preview of the complicated triangle we’d navigate for years to come and may never really end.
“Gage,” I say, pulling him to the side and lowering my voice. “I’m so sorry, but I’m not really feeling like my old self tonight.” No lies detected.
“What’s going on?” He inches back and inspects me as a look of concern replaces his budding irritation. Oh heck, irritation is putting it mildly. Gage looks as if he’s about to rip Logan’s head off. “Are you okay?”
