“Um…” He shoves his hands into his jeans pockets. “Yeah.”
Ginny climbs off the platform to say hi, and the married and twice a mother Meagan flirts her ass off with him, but I stay right where I am. Mama looks up at me and nods her approval, and I dare say I feel good having my mother’s backup right now.
Logan escapes the store as quickly as he can without so much as a hello to me. Although he glances at me twice out of the corner of his left eye—I notice, and if I didn’t, Mama’s right there to point it out as soon as he leaves.
I stand numbly while Eloise finishes the final touches on our dresses before the wedding. I can’t believe I haven’t talked to Logan since we almost kissed. It would be so much easier if I had and we’d already broken the ice.
Damn.
And then, Mrs. Rattles says we must go have a peek at the wedding cake. Apparently Elaina begged for her cake to still be used also, and Mrs. Rattles agreed as long as the price dropped by a hefty fifty percent. The bakery knows Ginny’s wedding is going to be televised, so they agreed.
“So now I get two cakes.” Ginny shakes her head as we walk next door to the cake shop. “I mean, seriously?”
“At least you’re not having two weddings,” I say to her.
* * *
I stand next to Mama inside the bakery, bored out of my mind and waiting for Mrs. Rattles to run out of air with her rave reviews of Elaina’s cake. I would give a lot to get out of here right now.
Like he read my mind, I glance out the window just as Logan’s motorcycle pulls into the parking lot.
He gets off his bike and puts his helmet onto the seat. Then, he pauses and looks up at the storefront like he’s debating whether or not to barge in.
“What in the world is he doing here?” Mama mutters to me. “He’s all dressed for the wedding, I see. My, doesn’t he look handsome?”
Yes, he does. For starters, his suit fits him perfectly. The black tie and white shirt work his cool factor to perfection, and his hair is styled in that way I personally love—tousled but in an orderly fashion.
Shit. Logan Wild is sexy as hell. And for one red-hot minute, he was my husband.
He’s apparently made his decision because he strolls purposefully up the store walkway and then steps inside the swinging door, causing the welcome bell to go off.
Ginny turns and smiles at him. “Hey! You here to taste my cake?”
He grins back at her and then touches my arm. “Mace, can I talk to you for a minute?”
I walk away from Mama’s looming form as she tries to overhear us and lead Logan to the corner of the shop.
“What’s up?” I say. “You look amazing by the way.”
He blushes, and his reaction makes my palms sweat.
“I thought maybe I could give you a ride to the fireworks,” he says. “I can’t imagine you’re enjoying this scene too much.”
We both wince as Mrs. Rattles’s voice climbs even higher.
“I’d like to take you up on your offer.” I squirm. “But my dress—”
“The square’s two blocks from here. Does the skirt—I don’t know, stretch without ripping?”
“Yeah.” Partly why I love the dress. It’s flexible. “I want to go. But I’m kind of in the middle of this cake thing.”
“Exactly why you should come with me.” He leans in close and looks into my eyes. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
I’m sure you will. You always have.
I make my decision in less than a second.
“I’ll meet you at the square,” I tell Ginny.
