“Does she expect she’ll figure things out before or after she’s been spirited?”
“Plan, Logan. Do you have one?”
“I told her to talk to him,” he says so quietly I have to lean forward to hear. “And I’ve told him a hundred times to talk to her. Dave’s been a part of our group since we were kids, but the two of them together? And neither one of them will speak up.”
“I know.” I lean back against the couch, feeling exhausted. “She asked me to make sure she marries him.”
Dave bangs on the door. “Hey! Y’all coming or what?”
“Fine then.” I get up and grab the pie.
* * *
Ben calls on our way out of the driveway, so we make a quick stop at The Cowherd for me to look over his new tracking plan for the bar’s finances. My brother is so enthusiastic about his idea, and I nod at everything he says and encourage him to keep going.
Our conversation takes longer than I’d planned, so by the time I’m done, Logan’s popped inside the bar to wait.
That was a mistake. As the two of us go to leave, Jon and another cameraman stroll into the parking lot. They immediately whip out their cameras and track our progress from The Cowherd’s front porch to Logan’s truck.
“Freaking camera crews following you everywhere,” Blake says through the open back window. “You love every minute of those flashbulbs in your face,” he teases Logan.
Logan turns his head away so the cameramen can’t get a clear shot of him.
They may not be able to see Logan’s face, but I sure can. And the stress and fatigue is written all over his face.
“Wait here,” I say before I walk over to Jon and the unknown cameraman.
“Hey y’all,” I say. “You know what? Logan’s not out with his bride-to-be right now. He’s with me. So if I were you, I would save my film for the moments he and Gigi are actually together. Do you think Logan and Gigi’s fans want to see him with another woman?” I say. “You guys need to shape this story. You have the control here. Use it wisely, boys.”
Both men slowly put their cameras down.
I walk back to Logan, who opens the back door for me and then gets into the driver’s seat.
“All set,” I say as I jump into the truck.
“What did you say to them?” Blake asks as Logan turns the key in the ignition. “I’m both impressed and afraid to know.”
“I’m not the heroine in Logan’s story,” I say simply. “So as long as you’re with me, you’re safe from the cameras.”
Logan’s eyes fly to mine. “Not the heroine?”
“Notyourheroine. Don’t be fooled—I’m a heroine in my own story. Apparently, you just aren’t a part of it.”
Logan keeps his eyes locked on me as he puts the truck in reverse, and if I hadn’t pulled my gaze away to glance behind us and warn him, we would have hit the back fence for sure.
Chapter Eight
Logan parks on the side of an empty street in town, and the four of us walk toward the fishing hole at the end of the creek, right by the edge of the lake. We run into Ginny on our way.
“I can’t believe our wedding’s this Saturday,” Ginny says to me in a quiet voice as we trail the guys through the woods.
“So exciting!” I squeeze her arm.
She gives the smallest smile ever, and I ask her if she still feels uncertain.
“I don’t know. Is that what dread feels like?”
My heart lurches. “What’s going on, Gin?”
