He drives down Main Street and across town until he hits the open road we’ve driven down hundreds of times before. The same road we got stuck on last year, except then we were both very single.
He pulls off by a private stretch of land that borders the river running through this section of Hill Country. The water’s calm and almost level with the bank.
Logan keeps the A/C on and puts the truck into park before he leans back against his window and faces me. “So. Where’d you get it?”
“I got the salt and pepper shaker set at the mall.”
“I meant the quilt.”
I bite my lip.
“It looks hand-made,” he presses me. “Was it?”
I stare down at my hands, which I’ve crossed daintily over my skirt. I certainly appear calmer and less sweaty than I feel on the inside.
“Mace. Did you knit it yourself?” Logan asks me.
I look up at him now. Yep. He’s definitely pissed.
“Why are you mad?” I ask him. “It wasn’t like a planned thing. It was…”
“You know how bad that looked? How suspicious? I knew it was from you, and I felt…” He cuts off and starts in another place. “You shouldn’t have done that, Mace.”
My face goes hot and I swallow. “No one even gets it.” Remembering Mama’s reaction, I add, “Well, certainly not Gigi. Only you would know the meaning.”
Logan goes quiet.
“What’s this really about?” I ask him. “Seriously.”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He flushes. “I just need you to trust me.”
“Well, I don’t get it. Orlando?” I throw up my hands. “The castle? That’s not you.”
“Gigi’s gotten swept up in the whole wedding thing,” he mutters.
I cross my arms over my chest.
“You know Princess is her middle name. So I guess she wants a castle.” Logan undoes the top two buttons of his shirt and rotates his neck like he’s just released a choker.
Oh, she’s a mother fucking princess, all right. And I’m the Cinderella who can’t make it to the ball.
And what’s driving me absolutely crazy? I want Logan so badly right now I can barely keep my hands off him. I haven’t been able to stop wanting him since I left his cottage this morning, and my body is wired.
“I’m sorry.” His tone is raw, and I blink in surprise. “I love the present, and I love that you made it. I just wish you hadn’t given it to Gigi.”
I take a second look at his face. His eyes aren’t dull right now. They’re absolutely on fire as they pin me in place, and I have to clench my hands into fists to avoid pulling him against me.
He wants to kiss me.
I know it as clearly as I’ve known it every single time before. He has the same look in his eye, he’s breathing the same rhythm, and it’s just quiet enough that I can hear his heart beat.
He blinks, and the moment breaks.
“I don’t get you right now.” I stare at him. “Something’s weird.”
