Chapter Ten
Macey
“You want any more of the guacamole?” Logan holds the bowl out to me.
I shake my head. “I’m so full.”
I’m not going to lie—despite my misgivings about the Wild Darcy Derby and all that it entailed, the meal is delicious. But the company is what really makes the evening so spectacular.
Logan’s charcoal suit fits his muscled body to perfection. His dark hair is styled, but even his obvious attempts to comb it can’t slow down the wildness. Logan’s hair is kind of like him—imperfectly sexy and looking like it can never be fully tamed. Which is exactly what turns me on about him and what makes us so compatible.
But something is bugging me.
I shift my gaze so I can look at him. “What about the fake ceremony threw you off?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…I caught you off-guard when I said ‘I do.’ I saw it in your eyes.”
Logan glances away. “I guess it was the way you said the words. You sounded…” He trails off.
But I touch his chin and make him look at me. “I sounded what?”
“Calm.” He raises his eyebrows. “Fake or not, I was sure you’d panic at that point in the ceremony. But you didn’t. Did you?”
I tilt my head. “Neither did you.”
His cheeks redden. “Point taken.”
“Here are some more chips.” My sister, Riley, interrupts the moment by plunking a straw basket of tortilla chips down on our table.
Daddy’s got all three of my younger siblings working as part of the waitstaff tonight. Since Riley, Ben, and Freedom are teenagers, I don’t allow them to serve drinks, so tonight they’re bringing the food back and forth from the catering area.
“Hey!” I call after my sister’s disappearing back. “We don’t want any more chips, Riles!”
She flips her blond hair over her shoulder at me and keeps walking toward her best friend. Maren puts her arm around her, and the two of them break into a fit of giggles.
Logan chuckles. “How many more months before Riley’s no longer a teenager?”
“Too many,” I grumble. “I can’t believe she’s almost twenty. She’s still such a brat. But a beautiful one with a hot boyfriend.”
“You’re still jealous of her?” Logan raises an eyebrow in surprise.
“Shut up. I’ll always be jealous of my little sister. It’s like she popped out of the womb perfect.”
“Yeah, right,” Freedom says as she and Ben walk by us. “Riley’s far from perfect. I can’t believe you don’t see it.”
I smile at my youngest sibling. “Well, you’ve always been the smart one in the family.”
Freedom tilts her chin in the direction of Patrick. “Did you see who picked Patrick?”
I crane my neck. “Who? Reid?”
Logan snorts. “Right. My brother only likes self-centered people. Kind of like himself. Plus, Reid’s straight. He’s currently screwing Daisy Black.”
Free pulls her long blond hair up off her neck. “Patrick did well for himself,” she says. “Christopher Maple picked him as his date. Christopher’s so cute—I used to wish he was straight so when I got old enough, I could go out with him.”
“Christopher’s far too old for you, anyway,” Logan says with a frown.
