“You think so? Watch this.”
Before I can ask him what he’s talking about, he whistles loudly.
Logan turns his head at the noise, and Ben nods at him.
Logan’s gaze shifts immediately from Ben to me.
His eyes hold on mine. He keeps the eye contact for so long that I’m squirming. I grit my teeth and squeeze my thighs together, and I don’t stop staring at him the entire time.
When he finally drags his gaze away, I’m on fire.
And Ben’s bending over in laughter.
“Shut up,” I say to him quietly. “You’re making a scene.”
“Right. ‘Cause you and Logan aren’t doing that all on your own.” He puts his hand to my forehead. “Just as I thought. Burning up.”
I let out a deep breath and pivot away. “Come around this side of the tree so I can’t see him. Please.”
“Fine, but…”
“No buts,” I say quickly. “Logan Wild is off-limits. And what does that mean for me? It means little staredowns like we just had can’t happen anymore.”
67
Logan
* * *
Thank God, the party is over. But I still can’t get off this damn stage because Gigi’s family has me surrounded.
When I turn at Ben’s whistle, his sister is all I see.
Macey shines in the crowd like a beacon of light. I lock eyes with her. She looks back at me, looking half-pissed and half-turned on. And I’m right there with her. After waking up with her in my arms this morning, I’ve had a hell of a time getting her out of my mind.
“Is everything all right, dear?” Gigi’s mom asks me as she stops cooing over the presents with Gigi. “You’re looking into the crowd very intensely.”
I wrest my focus away from Macey and force a grin. “Sure, I’m great.”
“Good.” Her expression changes as she glances at Gigi. “My daughter is head over heels for you, you know.”
“Yes. Our feelings for one another are mutual, I assure you,” I say.
Gigi nods and tries to intercede, but her mother has involved Gigi’s father now.
“Do you think Gigi and Logan are rushing things with this wedding?” she says abruptly, nearly taking the air out of me. “Maybe we should have insisted on a longer time for them to get to know one another.”
“Mom!” Gigi stomps her foot, and I fight the urge to smile. “Logan is the only man I would marry. Leave it, please!”
“It’s just…” Her mother glances out into the crowd again. “His background is so different than yours. Maybe you both need time to adjust to all the changes.”
“No, we don’t,” Gigi says immediately. “Do we, Logan?”
I shake my head. “The quicker we get married, the better,” I say with complete genuineness.
Gigi’s mother smiles. “Well, that I can believe. You nearly shook with sincerity when you said that, Logan. I think it’s darling how anxious you are to tie the knot with my daughter. And I heard about how you two are waiting to share a bed.”
“Right,” I say.
