My plot of a ghost couple who fell in love but missed their chance at happiness over and over again when they were alive has potential. But I’m not ready to share that information with anyone yet.
“Actually, I wanted to ask you…” I start to say. “I mean, I’ve been hoping we could talk about…”
“How’s everything with your family?” he says before I can finish.
“Well, my father went back to rehab.”
Logan’s eyes whip to mine. “Is everything okay?”
“It is.” I fill him in on what happened.
Logan tightens his jaw. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he says. “If I’d known…”
“I know,” I say quickly. “I’m happy you didn’t have to deal with it. You help me enough as it is. Freedom’s moved in with me for a while.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. She needed a break from Mama. And a little help with her English paper so she can graduate. Although she’s got this new paper now that she totally doesn’t have to write but is actuallychoosingto do this summer. Something about cosmic signs.” I smile. “She’s a little psychic nerd, that one.”
“Pretty awesome she got a full scholarship to UT.”
“I’m so proud of her.”
“Me too. It will be good for her to get out of here for a while. Broaden her horizons.”
“Sometimes, there’s enough stimulation right here in Darcy,” I can’t resist saying. “Especially now that you’re back.”
I leave the bar and walk around to give him a hug. He stands up off the stool and meets me halfway.
His arms go tightly around me, and I bury my face in the familiar scent of his chest. I pull back and look up at him. Something smells different, too.
Logan steps away from me. “Mace, I have to tell you something.”
“Okay.”
The long, overdrawn beat of silence fills the bar. It feels like a warning. And then Logan says in a hoarse tone—
“I’m getting married.”
