“You said it was just a drunken Vegas thing,” he says. “That you don’t even remember saying yes.”
Blake leans forward until he makes eye contact with Jamie. “That’s what she says.” He’s clearly had far too much to drink because he adds, “But Macey and Logan go back.”
Oh, my God.
“You do?” Miranda says. “How far back?”
Blake grins from ear to ear at Logan. “Yeah, Logan. How far back? I think we’d all love to know since neither of you ever really said.” He turns to Miranda. “They’ve always been kind of weird about that. Very private. Hush-hush.” He puts his finger to his lips and winks at me.
“Christ, Wild.” Logan shoves Blake’s half-full beer at him. “Keep your fucking mouth full with this instead of yammering on about shit you know nothing about.”
I need to get out of here.
“I’m going to um…check if they need help behind the bar.” I excuse myself, climb over Jamie to get out of the booth, and walk briskly to the safety of the bar where I immediately pour a customer two Lone Stars from the tap.
When I glance back at the booth, Gigi has her arm wrapped around Logan’s neck and she’s whispering into his ear. I shake my head.
When I glance away, I make eye contact with a very intrigued-looking Skip still sitting on a barstool.
“I’m not a reporter for nothing,” he begins.
“Don’t start,” I say to him.
“A journalist isn’t that different from a bartender,” he continues. “We see things. Things the average person may miss.”
“Skip…”
“And what I saw over there,” he continues, “was that Mr. Darcy was a heck of a lot more interested interacting with his ex-wife than his future one. Seemed like a much more stimulating time for him, if you catch my meaning. In fact, I’m wondering why Mr. Darcy would get involved with another woman if…”
“I swear to God, Skip, if you don’t stop right now, I won’t let you back in here,” I say.
He takes the hint, but he doesn’t leave either. He sits right where he is, looking more confident than ever that The Cowherd Whiskey Saloon is the perfect place for him to learn everything he needs to know about the truth in Darcy, Texas.
57
Logan
* * *
“Don’t blow this,” Gigi whispers into my ear as she pretends to be all lovey-dovey at the booth. “Remember that people are always watching. I know Macey does it for you, but…”
Hell, truthfully, Macey’s the only one who’s ever done it for me. I dated other girls and tried to put Macey in my rearview so many times.
It just never worked.
“Okay, Logan?” Gigi says quietly. “Keep it together.”
“Got it,” I murmur. “Now let me go so I can talk to Blake and make sure he shuts his big mouth.”
I exit the booth and tilt my head at Blake to follow me.
Within minutes, the two of us are on the front porch of The Cowherd, Blake with a drink still in his hand.
I stare up at the sky, half-wishing I could disappear into the galaxy right about now. Just long enough until this whole mess is over.
“You gonna tell me what’s going on with you?” Blake takes a big swig of his beer and places it on the wooden porch railing.
“Just processing my upcoming wedding,” I say. “It’s a lot to take in.”
