He runs his thumb over his lip. “Actually, after that kiss, you grabbed me and kissed me again.”
I stare at him. “I did?”
He nods and goes to put his hands back on the steering wheel.
But I stop him. “Will you show me that kiss also?”
He hesitates. “Mace…”
“I need to know everything so I can get closure. This will be our only wedding, right?”
He nods, and then he reaches for me again.
His lips move over mine, and it’s so good. I want to keep kissing him. My lipsarestill kissing him.
But I check myself as Logan and I break apart once again. Because even though it feels real, getting drunk and accidentally marrying in Vegas isn’t real. Just like winning your fake husband in a derby isn’t real.
Real is Mama waiting up until three a.m. for Daddy to come home from the bar.
Real is her throwing a beer bottle across The Cowherd so hard at his head that her eldest daughter steps in between and takes the hit for him.
Real is the scar on my wrist—the one Mama swears is a curse linking me to the spirit of the famous author locked in the prison cell in our bar. That scar is my reminder that real relationships suck the life out of a person one painful moment at a time until all that’s left is a ghost of who you were. A Jane Austen-type ghost where you may be able to write about eternal love, but you sure as hell can’t actually have it.
And real is getting a divorce from your best friend because you acted carelessly.
But the sensation of Logan’s lips on mine is still lingering. The smell of his cologne is on my neck and in my hair. And the ruby ring on my left hand instead of my right feels too good…
I shove my shaky hands underneath my legs to try to keep them still.
Divorcing Logan is going to be painful. It feels like a permanent breakup. And it hurts far more than I want to admit.
* * *
Logan
I drop Macey off at her place and drive straight to our family lawyer.
I’ve known Rick Murphy my whole life, and he’s seen my brothers and me do some dumb things. But I’m pretty sure this one is the worst.
“You got accidentally married?” Rick breaks into a chuckle. “Your dad is going to kill you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m an adult now. So there’s not much he can do.”
“He can take away your stake in the family business.”
“He could. But I’ve been trying to give that up for years now.”
Rick laughs. “I know you and your dad don’t see eye to eye. One day, you two will patch up your differences.”
“Maybe.” I clear my throat. “So can you help me out with the divorce papers?”
“Of course. I’ll have them drawn up tomorrow.” He shuffles some papers on his desk as he says offhandedly, “Getting married is a pretty big deal.”
I fidget. “It was a dumb, drunken mistake.”
“Maybe so. But it’s a pretty big mistake, even for you.” He looks up from his desk. “Does Macey feel the same way you do about this?”
“Of course. Macey and I are always on the same page.”
