I suppose Jamie would be willing, but considering I don’t know that I’d notice if he were run over by a car or not, I’m not sure it’s a good idea.
But Jamie’s new to Darcy, and I’m sure he’d appreciate meeting some more people in town.
I shrug. “Not sure. I thought I had to bring a date because of the whole Logan situation, but now I’m thinking I may just go solo anyway.”
“Speaking of Logan,” Ginny says as we reach The Cowherd and I unlock the door. “I never mentioned this before, but where in the world did he get the money for that rock?”
“Savings?” I open the wooden door and usher Ginny and Nickel in ahead of me. “I don’t know.”
Mr. Wild barely pays his sons minimum wage, but I guess Logan put most of it away.
“I heard about the huge ring.” Nickel grins. “I’ve got three sisters. They’re all jealous.”
I smile. “Tell them real life is never what it looks like on the outside. I’ve been married to Logan Wild, and it’s not all a fairy tale.”
“Logan sure spent a lot of money on a piece of jewelry Gigi will probably replace in a year with an upgrade.” Ginny walks over to the bar and takes a seat on a stool. “That’s what the rich do, you know.”
I step behind the counter. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely sure,” she says, not sounding quite as sure as she did a second ago. “I read it somewhere—in a magazine, I think.”
Nickel takes a seat next to Ginny and smiles at her like she’s the most interesting person in the universe.
So cute.
But wait. I’m supposed to be breaking them apart, not smiling at them like they’re adorable and sweet and thinking how great they’d look making music together.
I pour three glasses of water then remember my manners and ask Nickel if he’d like something else.
“Water’s great, thanks.”
So many points for Nickel over Dave already, and I’ve only spent fifteen minutes with the guy.
But Ginny told you to stop her from moments like this. Ginny made you swear you’d see her wedding to Dave through.
Shit.
“Y’all, guess what else? Gigi’s only nineteen years old!” Ginny says in an excited whisper.
“Nineteen?” I throw my elbows on the counter and lean closer. “Are you serious?”
“Dave just found out. Can you believe it?”
“That’s barely past eighteen!” I say, stating the obvious. “That’s still a teenager—a teenager!”
Nickel laughs. “But she is legal. Seventeen in Texas.”
“True.” I tell myself to breathe. “Logan can marry a”—I shudder as I force the word out—“teenager—if he wants to.”
I glance out the front window. A huge head of blond hair is with George on the porch. Gigi. The nineteen-year-old heroine of Darcy.
“Gigi’s here,” I say.
Nickel and Ginny spin around on their stools. “That’s her,” Ginny says to Nickel. “The future Elizabeth Bennet.”
“If you say she’s gorgeous, I’m taking your beverage away,” I warn him. “Just kidding. I won’t take your water.”
He turns his stool halfway back and grins over at Ginny. “She’s not my type, to be honest.”
