I elbow Blake in the side. “You always were a hellion, Blake Wild, even in the first grade when you ratted me out to Mrs. Carson for passing Ginny a note. And you always get away with it because you’re so good-looking.”
Blake’s straight white teeth shine in the dark bar. “I’ve just always liked uncovering a good mystery. You know what I mean, Macey?”
Logan noticeably flinches next to Blake.
Jamie whispers in my right ear. “What the hell’s going on? Am I missing something?”
“No,” I say. “Blake’s just trying to cause trouble.”
Blake turns to me and raises one eyebrow, and I know he’s trying to figure out the same thing I am—what the heck is up with Logan. But unlike Blake, I’m sober and in no mood to dissect Logan’s relationship.
“You coming to our engagement party?” Logan murmurs to me behind Blake’s back as Blake leans forward to say something to Dave.
“I am,” I say softly. “Are you excited for it?”
His whiskey eyes go so dull I blink.
“Logan? Are you sure you’re okay?”
He hesitates. Just enough that I notice.
“What is it?” I lean closer to him. Blake’s broad shoulders are a welcome shield from the rest of the booth. “You can tell me.”
Logan inhales sharply. “I’m okay. I promise.”
“Logan, seriously.” I reach out and put my hand on his shoulder. “If you need to talk, I’m here for you.”
I blink as a series of bright flashes goes off, and I turn to see Jon with his camera pointed straight at us.
I gesture at him to stop with the spontaneous picture-taking, but before I can turn back to Logan, Gigi’s sisters start exclaiming over me, from my “big” hair, to my “cute” accent, to the y’all I used when greeting them.
“Did you and Logan have sex a lot when you were married?” Miranda, the chattier of the two sisters, asks bluntly.
Blake spits his beer all over the table as he bursts out laughing.
I rear my head back until it hits the wooden back of the booth, and Jamie whips his head over to me.
“You said it was just a drunken Vegas thing,” he says. “That you don’t even remember saying yes.”
Blake leans forward until he makes eye contact with Jamie. “That’s what she says.” He’s clearly had far too much to drink because he adds, “But Macey and Logan go back.”
Oh, my God.
“You do?” Miranda says. “How far back?”
Blake grins from ear to ear at Logan. “Yeah, Logan. How far back? I think we’d all love to know since neither of you ever really said.” He turns to Miranda. “They’ve always been kind of weird about that. Very private. Hush-hush.” He puts his finger to his lips and winks at me.
“Christ, Wild.” Logan shoves Blake’s half-full beer at him. “Keep your fucking mouth full with this instead of yammering on about shit you know nothing about.”
I need to get out of here.
“I’m going to um…check if they need help behind the bar.” I excuse myself, climb over Jamie to get out of the booth, and walk briskly to the safety of the bar where I immediately pour a customer two Lone Stars from the tap.
When I glance back at the booth, Gigi has her arm wrapped around Logan’s neck and she’s whispering into his ear. I shake my head.
When I glance away, I make eye contact with a very intrigued-looking Skip still sitting on a barstool.
“I’m not a reporter for nothing,” he begins.
