Oh, I love him. All thoughts of getting Ginny away from him go out the window and land at Gigi’s feet. Any man in Darcy who doesn’t get swept off his ass by the sight of Gigi Phillips is someone worth getting to know.
“Ginny, you should definitely ask Nickel about that thing you wanted to ask him about.” I give her a look. “You two could go talk it over on your way to the Music Store.”
“Oh, do you want to go?” Ginny bounces off her stool and gestures Nickel to follow her. “I was going to try out a couple of guitars before buying one.”
I walk them to the door, but as I turn to go back inside, Logan steps onto the porch.
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We make eye contact for an inappropriate length of time considering his fiancée is standing right next to him. I don’t break the gaze, but neither does he. His lips part, and his whiskey eyes burn as he eventually shifts his stare to my mouth.
I hold my breath.
Gigi notices. Her sunglasses hide her eyes, but her body language says everything.
She moves closer to Logan, slips her arm around his waist, and presses her body against his hip. Then, she whispers something in his ear, most likely a sweet nothing or other.
And I don’t care. In this moment, I don’t care. The sexual chemistry that’s always been between Logan and me simmers as hot as the ninety-five degree heat we’re all standing in, and I don’t try to cool it down. Because this is the first time I’ve laid eyes on him since I gave him the divorce papers. And seeing him as my ex-husband for the first time is?—
Painful.
Shit. That word just keeps slipping out of my heart and surprising me. Painful is not what divorcing a man you marry on a wasted night in Las Vegas should feel like.
I’m just upset because I never wanted to be divorced like Mama. Cowgirl up and stop acting like a jilted girlfriend.
I throw my shoulders back and lift my chin. “Hey, Logan.” I give him an impersonal nod. “How are you?”
He nods back. “I’m good. You?”
“Great. Target practice is going super well.”
Logan clears his throat. “Maybe Gigi can watch you shoot for a while so I can um…run an errand?”
I furrow my brow. “An errand? Why can’t Gigi go with you?”
And why are we talking about her like she’s six and needs a babysitter?
Logan steps away from Gigi and thrusts his hands into his pockets. She stumbles backward and scowls.
“Because I—um…have something to do at the ranch.”
Logan’s eyes drop to his boots, and I consider letting him hang, but I don’t.
“Sure.” I gesture to Gigi. “Come on inside out of this heat.”
Gigi follows me inside after hugging Logan good-bye.
She pulls her shades off and slips them into the breast pocket of her stylish shirt, and then she takes a seat on a stool and fans her face. “Hot out there, isn’t it? I don’t know how you stand it.”
“I don’t know how you’re going to like living here then,” I say to her. “Texas is hot.”
She tells me, with a loud laugh, that she’s not going to have to like it. She and Logan will live in New York City once they marry.
I burst out laughing. “Logan in New York City? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Gigi laughs harder. “I’m a sophomore at Columbia. I can’t quit on school, can I?”
My stomach drops to the floor.
