Things are shaping up to be far more interesting than I’d like them to.
* * *
Logan
The bachelor party for Dave is never-fucking-ending. We’ve been at the bar for hours, and once I nixed meeting up with the girls, all Dave wanted to do was stay here and drink. Listening to a drunk Dave whine about the wedding is worse than when he’s sober.
“You need to talk to her,” Blake says to Dave. “You and Ginny aren’t on the same page right now, dude.”
Dave does his usual when he’s uncomfortable. He reaches for his drink.
But I’ve had enough.
I grab it out of his hand and hold it out of reach.
“Talk to her, you fool,” I say. “Before you rush down that damn aisle.”
“Oh, you should fucking talk,” Dave says to me angrily. “You’re getting married just as quick, but you don’t even know Gigi, and she’s not pregnant! You have no reason to rush.”
“Plus,” Blake cuts in, his expression triumphant. “You have another woman out there that you’re thinking about right now. Don’t you, Wild?”
Dave laughs as I shoot Blake a murderous glare.
“Not your fucking business,” I growl.
“Same here.” Taking advantage of my distraction, Dave grabs his drink out of my hand. Then, he swallows it in one gulp and slams it on the bartop. “We can’t all be you and Macey where you grew up together but nothing tears you apart. Not a drunken Vegas marriage, not marrying somebody else…nothing. I envy you, Logan.”
I turn away from him. Because he’s wrong. Marrying somebody else will for sure tear Macey and me apart.
Chapter Twenty
Macey
Ginny’s wedding day is here.
I jump up and pull open the blinds.
A beautiful sunny day, just as I’d hoped, just as the weatherman predicted, but you never know. I breathe a sigh of relief, and then I remember Logan.God, please let me survive this day with him.I haven’t seen him since the jail cell incident, and that’s on purpose. He lives next door to The Cowherd, and we only don’t see each other for days like this if we’re in a fight. So I guess we’re in some sort of a fight. A sexually-charged, awkward-as-fuck, fight.
I spent the last four days helping Ginny stay calm, doing last-minute wedding errands for Mrs. Rattles, and writingGhost Love. I’ve made it all the way to the final chapter, and I’m stuck. I don’t know how to find the heroine’s happy ending with her true love. Maybe their time has passed, or maybe it never was to begin with. It was so long ago, and now they’re in a completely different world. A ghost world.
* * *
I get to the Bridal Salon at seven o’clock sharp and am horrified to see my mother standing there with Eloise and Mrs. Rattles.
Mama’s got on her pale pink dress, the one she told me she’d be wearing to Ginny and Dave’s wedding.
Ginny, her sisters Meagan and Lily, and her two cousins, Erma and Sue from Houston, are already in their gowns.
“Y’all look so beautiful!” I kiss Ginny’s cheek. “Your dress looks just perfect! And I love your hair swept up like that. Am I super late?”
“Not at all. Mama freaked out that my belly looked even bigger this morning, so she made us all get here an hour early in case Eloise would have to let out my waistline again.” Ginny spins around. “But she didn’t! My little munchkin is helping his or her mama out and staying small for one more night!”
I pat Ginny’s belly and then turn on Mama.
“What are you doing here? Please, please don’t tell me you and Daddy are having another wedding.”
Mama laughs heartily. “Of course not, baby. I think three weddings are enough for one couple, don’t you? Remember our last ceremony?”
