Free groans. “You sound like Macey. Anyway, I think he and Patrick make the second-best couple in here.” She grins at me. “You and Logan are number one, of course.”
I stick out my tongue at her. “Right. Don’t try to butter me up just so I’ll help you with your homework this fall.”
Free drops a kiss on Logan’s cheek. “Take good care of my favorite sister, okay?”
“Always.” Logan raises his glass to her as Blake approaches our table. “I know you need her around to make sure you graduate high school.”
Blake turns to Free. “I’ll help you with your homework, Freedom. I already told you that.”
I look at Logan in surprise, but he just shrugs.
“You? Being Mr. Responsible?” I say to Blake. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
“Ha, ha.” Blake winks at Free conspiratorially. “Your sister likes to badmouth me.”
“I think she’s more just speaking the truth, Wild,” Logan says.
Blake nods at our table. “Y’all done?”
I hand him my plate. “Yes, thank you. Your daddy’s ranch did a great job with the meal tonight. The pastured beef in those tacos was so darn tasty. You Wild cowboys have a talent for cooking.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Blake gestures to Ben and Freedom. “Can you two clear those tables at the back?”
Ben nods at Logan as he and Free go to leave. “Nice Derby ride, Wild. You sure kicked it into another gear at the end there.”
Blake grins and pushes his overgrown blond hair out of his face. “Sure did. You tried pretty damn hard to win that race, dude. I’m glad I didn’t enter—you would have given me a run for my money.”
Logan shoots him a look. “You wish.”
“Hey, I can ride with the best of them, and you know it,” Blake says confidently. “You’re not the only cowboy around here. So, you two got something special planned for your fake honeymoon?”
“Shut up, Blake,” Logan says.
Blake’s bright blue eyes shift to me. “Logan’s my cousin and best friend, but he gives nothing away. Just so you know.”
I force a light smile. “There’s nothing to tell. Quit bugging us. Logan and I are just two fake spouses sharing a meal together at our fake reception.”
Blake breaks into a laugh as he collects our plates. “Sure, Henwood. You keep telling yourself that.”
Once he’s walked away, I glance at Logan, knowing my cheeks are burning with heat. “He’s too nosy.”
Logan raises an eyebrow. “What’s there to be nosy about?”
I reach under the table and put my hand on his leg. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
He leans closer so he can whisper in my ear. “I’d prefer to have you alone to do that. When can we get out of here?”
I inhale sharply. “Not yet. They haven’t even brought out dessert.”
I lick my lips, suddenly feeling a strange case of nerves hit me. Ridiculous. Logan and I have slept together tons of times. We were each other’s first, for goodness sake. But tonight feels different somehow. And I hate that I’m even saying that to myself.
The ceremony was fake, Macey. Fake.
“Mace?”
My eyes flick to Logan’s.
“We don’t have to do anything tonight. We can just hang out.”
