“Okay.”
“Looks like the party’s finally over. I’ll see you later.”
I wave goodbye, but before I can leave, Gigi rushes me. “Guess what, Macey? After we marry here and become saviors to that poor made-up ghost, Logan and I are going to get married again in Orlando at the castle, and you and your family are all invited!”
I stare at her.
“Daddy’s going to pay for anyone who can’t afford their own way,” she says in a tone that I know is meant to be thoughtful.
I clench my jaw and swallow hard. “That’s very kind of him.”
“Let’s talk about this later,” Logan says as he appears behind Gigi.
She pouts and then tells him she’s going for a drive with her parents. He gives her a short nod and she hugs him goodbye. As Mama and Daddy watch their exchange with interest, I pretend not to listen.
Once Gigi’s gone, Logan thanks my parents for their gift certificate to the Backyard Restaurant.
“Gigi needs to get into town more,” Mama says. “And understand where you come from, Logan.”
“Mama, please,” I say.
“Well, she does.” Mama gives me a sideways look. “She probably doesn’t understand how a small town works. You really should bring her toQueen Austennext week for opening night.”
“We’ll be there,” Logan promises. Then, he turns to me.
And the look in his eyes—I don’t know what he wants to say, but it looks like he’s carrying a secret the size of Texas on his shoulders. “Mace, I need to talk to you for a minute. It’s important.”
I nod and follow him across the grass, trying to pull myself together.
Shit.
Logan’s engagement party hit me far harder than I’d wanted it to.
If I’m really honest with myself, my heart is breaking.
Into a million pieces.
And today’s party just pointed out the obvious—Logan belongs to somebody else now.
And any secret dreams I had of him being mine?
Those are forever dead.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
As soon as we get away from the edge of the crowd, Logan starts walking faster. I follow him all the way to the parking lot and into his truck. He turns on the engine and rolls up the windows when we get inside.
“Hot,” I say.
He puts on the A/C.
“I didn’t know this truck had A/C,” I joke.
“Privacy.” He puts the truck in reverse and peels out of the parking lot.
“Where are we going?”
“I need to talk to you. This will only take a few minutes.” His jaw ticks.
