Gabby grinned. “It’s white sangria. Want to try it?”
“I don’t know.” His expression was wary.
“Look, try a glass on the house. I think you’ll like it,” she insisted.
“It looks, uh, really fruity,” he hedged.
“Logan, just try it.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll try it.”
Grinning at him, Gabby suggested, “Why don’t you go sit at a table? The bar stools are all full. I’ll bring you a glass in just a sec.”
Logan did as she asked, watching her move from patron to patron at the bar, refilling water goblets or pouring glasses of wine. She moved smoothly, all efficiency and grace.
A few minutes later, she carried a large wineglass full of the fruit and wine concoction to his table. “Here you go,” she stated, setting it in front of him.
When she stared at him patiently, Logan realized she was waiting for him to taste it. Hesitantly, he sipped the cool liquid, expecting something sweet and syrupy. Instead, light flavors of peach, orange, and strawberry exploded on his tongue, along with the slightly dry flavor of the wine. After spending a day working in the sun, it was crisp and refreshing, exactly what he needed.
“This is really good,” he said, taking another larger sip.
Gabby smiled. “I know. I make it every day.” Someone called her name. “Okay, I have to get back to work. Are you going to hang out for a bit or do you need to go?”
“I’m here until you can leave,” he answered.
Her smile widened. “Good. I’ll be back in a bit. Just let me know if you want something to eat.”
He watched her walk away then pulled his phone out of his pocket. There was a text from his brother, Brayden.
How r things with Gabby?
Logan shook his head.Don’t u have work to do?
I’m pulling a double. This will keep me awake.
Gabby’s fine.
Bray’s answer was immediate.So when’s the wedding?
Logan rolled his eyes. His younger brother was a pain in the ass.FU
He ignored the next text that came in, going back to his glass of sangria. Before he realized it, the glass was empty. No sooner did he finish the last sip before Phoebe appeared with another glass and a plate of bruschetta and prosciutto-wrapped asparagus.
“Gabby said you were probably hungry,” she stated, setting both down in front of him. She looked as though she wanted to say something else, but didn’t. Instead she left.
Logan watched as the sisters worked in tandem and realized that his brother’s query about a wedding didn’t freak him out as it usually would. The idea of spending the rest of his life with Gabby didn’t frighten him or make him feel itchy. In fact, it sounded pretty damn nice.
His mother would be thrilled if he settled down with one of the St. John sisters. When he was in high school, she was always pestering him to ask Phoebe St. John out on a date. She didn’t seem to understand that he and Fee were just good friends. They enjoyed hanging out together, a rare occurrence for high school kids, he knew, but it was what it was.
Since she’d long given up on the hope of Grant marrying and providing her with grandchildren, she’d moved to Logan. Now she was also bugging Brayden. At least once a year, she bemoaned the fact that she would be too old to enjoy her grandchildren if the Westfall boys didn’t find decent women, the sooner the better.
Smiling into his glass of sangria, Logan wondered if Gabby wanted kids and how many. She would make a great mother.
His heart stuttered at the thought, not in fear, but in happiness. At that moment, Logan realized that he loved Gabby St. John. She was everything he wanted.
Now he had to figure out how to keep her.
