And here I am, focusing on myself when my best friend is clearly suffering.
Trying to distract her, I hold up my phone and point at the three recently missed calls on my cell. “Logan’s trying to reach me.”
Like I hoped, the color returns to Ginny’s cheeks as she perks right up. “Let’s go over the details again—Logan’s only been away for a month and a half! Who could he possibly have met in that short a time?”
The tears start behind my eyes, but I fight them back.
“No clue.” I aim for a dumb joke. “You know boys. She must have big boobs.”
Ginny furrows her brow. “Maybe that would be true with some men. But I never thought of Logan as shallow before. Did you?”
No, I didn’t.
“Something does seem off,” I finally admit.
Ginny widens her eyes. “Like a mystery?”
“No.” I laugh at myself. “I’m sure I’m being overly-dramatic. Logan’s engaged. End of story. Right?”
Ginny raises her eyebrows. “I don’t know, Mace. I have a funny feeling this story is far from over.”
Chapter Two
Logan
As soon as my brothers meet Gigi and hear about our engagement, they want to go out and celebrate with “just the guys.” I try to fend them off, but once Blake gets involved, there’s no stopping them.
“You’re fucking engaged?” Blake mutters under his breath as we cool down the horses outside the barn. “You’re still married to Macey.”
I drag him away from my brothers so they can’t overhear. “Let it go,” I say to him.
“Right.” He shoots me a quick smile. “You want me to ignore the fact that the woman you’ve had a thing for forever is currently your wife, and yet you proposed to another woman? You can deny your feelings for Macey all you want to, but I don’t buy this engagement for one fucking second.”
“Well, you’re going to have to buy it.” I give him a hard stare. “And don’t interfere.”
“Okay, so then can I meet her?” Blake says. “Reid says she’s blonde and hot.”
“She’s…fine.”
“Fine?” Blake laughs. “Well, where is she? Let me meet her.”
“Later.”
A long while later if I can help it.
At Blake’s insistence, we all go to The Cowherd. Mr. and Mrs. Henwood are both sitting at a table, and they wave at me with more enthusiasm than normal. I exhale a breath of relief when Macey’s not working behind the bar, but Blake frowns.
I glare at him. “I know what you’re doing,” I mutter to him.
“What?” he says all innocently. “I’m just looking forward to seeing how you and Macey are going to navigate your new reality. You know, the one where you can’t relentlessly flirt with each other.”
Reid overhears and breaks into a chuckle. “That will be interesting to see.”
“Shut up and let’s go get our drinks.” I stride to the bar and greet George, who immediately grabs a bottle of whiskey.
“I’m fine with just a beer,” I tell him, but he waves me off.
“You’re the man of honor around Darcy this evening,” he says.
