So cute.
But wait. I’m supposed to be breaking them apart, not smiling at them like they’re adorable and sweet and thinking how great they’d look making music together.
I pour three glasses of water then remember my manners and ask Nickel if he’d like something else.
“Water’s great, thanks.”
So many points for Nickel over Dave already, and I’ve only spent fifteen minutes with the guy.
But Ginny told you to stop her from moments like this. Ginny made you swear you’d see her wedding to Dave through.
Shit.
“Y’all, guess what else? Gigi’s only nineteen years old!” Ginny says in an excited whisper.
“Nineteen?” I throw my elbows on the counter and lean closer. “Are you serious?”
“Dave just found out. Can you believe it?”
“That’s barely past eighteen!” I say, stating the obvious. “That’s still a teenager—ateenager!”
Nickel laughs. “But she is legal. Seventeen in Texas.”
“True.” I tell myself to breathe. “Logan can marry a”—I shudder as I force the word out—“teenager—if he wants to.”
I glance out the front window. A huge head of blond hair is with George on the porch.Gigi.The nineteen-year-old heroine of Darcy.
“Gigi’s here,” I say.
Nickel and Ginny spin around on their stools. “That’s her,” Ginny says to Nickel. “The future Elizabeth Bennet.”
“If you say she’s gorgeous, I’m taking your beverage away,” I warn him. “Just kidding. I won’t take your water.”
He turns his stool halfway back and grins over at Ginny. “She’s not my type, to be honest.”
Oh, I love him. All thoughts of getting Ginny away from him go out the window and land at Gigi’s feet. Any man in Darcy who doesn’t get swept off his ass by the sight of Gigi Phillips is someone worth getting to know.
“Ginny, you should definitely ask Nickel about that thing you wanted to ask him about.” I give her a look. “You two could go talk it over on your way to the Music Store.”
“Oh, do you want to go?” Ginny bounces off her stool and gestures Nickel to follow her. “I was going to try out a couple of guitars before buying one.”
I walk them to the door, but as I turn to go back inside, Logan steps onto the porch.
Chapter Twenty-One
We make eye contact for an inappropriate length of time considering his fiancée is standing right next to him. I don’t break the gaze, but neither does he. His lips part, and his whiskey eyes burn as he eventually shifts his stare to my mouth.
I hold my breath.
Gigi notices. Her sunglasses hide her eyes, but her body language says everything.
She moves closer to Logan, slips her arm around his waist, and presses her body against his hip. Then, she whispers something in his ear, most likely a sweet nothing or other.
And I don’t care. In this moment, I don’t care. The sexual chemistry that’s always been between Logan and me simmers as hot as the ninety-five degree heat we’re all standing in, and I don’t try to cool it down. Because this is the first time I’ve laid eyes on him since I gave him the divorce papers. And seeing him as my ex-husband for the first time is—
Painful.
Shit.That word just keeps slipping out of my heart and surprising me. Painful is not what divorcing a man you marry on a wasted night in Las Vegas should feel like.
