Chapter Five
Macey
“Ho-oly. Darcy.” From her seat at The Cowherd bar, Ginny’s mouth drops open as she stares toward the door later that evening.
I don’t need to look to know Logan’s here. My skin prickles with awareness every time he’s nearby.
“Logan had mentioned he was stopping by tonight,” I say as I continue filling an order of beers.
“Who’s with Logan and Blake?” Ginny asks me, but before I can turn, she answers her own question. “Oh! It’s Luke. And his brother, Chase. God, they’ve gotten even hotter since last year.”
From my spot behind the bar, I crane my neck to see around her stool.
The first guy I notice is Logan. He’s leaning against the wall by the front door, chatting with Blake. My entire body lights up.
I love when Logan walks into the saloon for a visit. I love the way he stands so confidently. And the way his jeans hang low on his hips, and his t-shirt hugs his muscled chest. And of course, I love the way his whiskey eyes fix on me from across the room.
“Luke and Chase have always been handsome,” I say. “The Wilds are genetically blessed, for sure.”
The sleeves of Luke’s collared shirt are rolled halfway up his forearms, and his blue eyes contrast with his dark hair. His younger brother, Chase, is blond and all muscle.
“I mean, they could all seriously be models,” Ginny gushes.
“Shh. They’re coming this way,” I murmur as they cross the room toward us.
“Hey, Mace. Gin.” Logan winks at Ginny like he saw her staring. “Y’all remember Luke and Chase.”
Luke makes a big show of kissing Ginny’s cheek and then mine, and Chase follows him. Then they both glance at Logan, who quickly shifts over to my side and steps closer to me possessively.
Luke smirks. “That took two seconds. You’ve gotten faster, Wild.”
Logan shoots him a lazy smile. “Go on back to Montana where you belong, cousin.”
I elbow Logan in the ribs. “Be nice. Luke and his family were so kind when I went to Montana with you.” I turn to Luke and Chase. “Y’all are more than welcome in Darcy.”
“You boys sure clean up nice.” Ginny tilts her chin at Luke and Chase. “The cocky cowboys in Darcy don’t have enough competition.”
“I think Blake’s got enough game in him for the whole town,” Luke drawls.
“I’ve got a break coming up,” I say. “Y’all sit down, and I’ll bring us drinks.”
They all leave except for Logan, who insists on helping me carry the drinks over.
“So,” he murmurs into my ear as he follows me over to the booth where Ginny’s boyfriend, Dave, is waiting. “You ready for Saturday?”
“I am.” I turn back and put my hand on his chest. “Are you?”
His eyes darken. “You have no idea.”
I force myself to turn back around. Just a little while longer, and I’ll have Logan Wild all to myself.
But for now, we’ll hang out with our friends. I sip on a Shirley Temple, and Logan and Luke stick to water, but the rest of our group shares a bunch of beers.
A few drinks in, Blake starts blabbing about the derby.
“Whoever rides their horse the fastest wins. It’s that simple,” Blake says. “Logan, you up for it?”
“Of course,” Logan says confidently. “I’m going to win for sure.”
