And his muscled chest—I had to look at him shirtless all day long. It was nearly enough to make me break my nine-months-long streak of celibacy.
Yes, I haven’t been with anyone since Logan.
Normally, he and I both move on quickly after we have our yearly fling. We start dating someone as fast as possible. It never lasts, but it helps break the feeling of missing each other.
But this year, I just couldn’t. I’ve stayed single this entire time, and while I can’t be sure, I haven’t seen Logan with any women at all.
And God, I just wanted to jump him yesterday.
I go back to checking the taps, but my mind is still on those photographs of my hot cowboy neighbor.
“Shit!”
I shake off my wet hands and frown as I look down at my shirt, which is now soaked with beer. Looks like I checked the tap for a little too long.
I leave the bar area and go to my office where I have a spare t-shirt hanging on the back of my chair.
Texas Y’all.I smile at the t-shirt design. This shirt always reminds me of Logan. More specifically, it reminds me of times we’ve gotten naked together.
I sigh as I whip off my wet t-shirt and replace it with the dry one.
Is it wrong that all I want is Logan’s hot lips on mine, his hands tangled in my hair, and his tongue in my mouth?
We should wait longer, considering we were together twice the last time. Hell, technically we should skip a year altogether. God, I don’t think I can do that.
The banging of the front door startles me out of my lust-filled thoughts. Before I can leave my office, Ginny walks in and drops into the chair behind my desk.
She points to the empty jail cell across from my desk. “Do you really think Jane Austen’s ghost had a lover in England?”
I laugh. “Gin, I don’t know. The whole story’s a fantasy. You know that.”
“Right.” She frowns. “I wonder, though, if she misses him.”
“Ginny, you’re losing focus.” I snap my fingers. “Let’s deal with your love life rather than a ghost’s.” I lead her out of the office and down the hall to the bar.
She hops onto a stool, and I sit next to her.
I look behind the bar at the photograph of Mama and Daddy in happier times, laughing as I waddle across the bar at age two.
Ginny’s eyes follow mine.
“Gin, I’ve been thinking, and I definitely don’t know if jumping into marriage is the right idea…”
“Can you round up Logan for me?” she says breathlessly. “Dave and I talked, and we have a solid plan.”
“Great! What is it?”
“Ask Logan if he can drive us in his truck. Dave and I need you both with us.”
I blink at her. “Need us where?”
“Vegas. We’re getting hitched!”
