“It’s not a big deal,” I mutter.
“Yes, it is.” He turns away quickly and suggests we all get a booth.
Blake, Ginny, and I follow the two lovebirds to the corner of the bar.
As we walk, Ginny whispers to me about Gigi’s boobs and do I think they’re implants. “They look so perky,” she says admiringly.
“Oh, Macey, your bar is just lovely! So quaint!” Gigi turns back to me and gestures around the room with her perfectly-manicured hand, and it’s then that I notice the ring.
The diamond sparkles to me from several feet away.
Holy. Darcy.
That diamond’s got to be over two carats. Where in the heck did Logan get the money for that?
Ginny notices the ring, too. So has George and Dye, and I daresay Rusty’s eyeing it himself. In fact, I’d say pretty much all of Darcy will be talking about Gigi’s ring within the hour.
Logan sits down and gestures for Gigi to join him.
Blake and Ginny and I crowd in on the opposite side of the booth.
“Isn’t that beautiful?” Ginny takes Gigi’s left hand in hers and stares at the ring for a moment before giving Logan a pointed look.
Blake looks at the ring next. “Wow.”
“Isn’t it gorgeous?” Gigi giggles as she rubs Logan’s head. “I’m still getting used to wearing it myself. I have no idea where Logan gets his taste, I tell you! I was absolutely shocked when he pulled it out of his pocket—did he tell you we were on top of the Empire State Building?”
My stomach lurches.
“The Empire State Building?” Ginny says. “You two were in New York?”
“Oh, yes, for a week before we came here.” Gigi beams. “Daddy and I flew Logan there to meet my mom. She was worried, of course, so we had to make sure she met Logan. She knows what Texan men can be like…”
She cuts off and flinches like she’s been—
Kicked?
I glance at Logan, but his face is blank.
Blake doesn’t miss it, either. “You okay there?” he asks Gigi.
“Yes,” she says immediately. “I, um, I banged my foot against the table leg.”
“Texan men?” Ginny asks. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing. Anyway,” Gigi continues quickly. “Logan had never been to Manhattan, and the whole weekend was fantastically romantic. We went on a midnight horse and carriage ride, and we rode the carousel in Central Park. And then we…”
“Wow!” I interrupt her. “That all sounds great, Gigi.”
“You must feel like Darcy’s too small for you, then,” Blake says with a glance at Logan.
“No. I mean, you probably think Darcy seems quaint for my taste.” Gigi flips her perfect hair over her shoulder. “But it’s so important to Logan’s family that we marry here. And we may do a destination wedding afterward as well.”
Ginny clears her throat and nudges my foot with hers.
“And thank God Logan is officially divorced…” Gigi giggles in my direction, and I fight to hide the surprise I must have momentarily revealed in my widened eyes.
Logan tenses next to Gigi, and his whiskey eyes lock onto mine.
