He flushes. “I just need you to trust me.”
“Well, I don’t get it. Orlando?” I throw up my hands. “The castle? That’s not you.”
“Gigi’s gotten swept up in the whole wedding thing,” he mutters.
I cross my arms over my chest.
“You know Princess is her middle name. So I guess she wants a castle.” Logan undoes the top two buttons of his shirt and rotates his neck like he’s just released a choker.
Oh, she’s a mother fucking princess, all right. And I’m the Cinderella who can’t make it to the ball.
And what’s driving me absolutely crazy? I want Logan so badly right now I can barely keep my hands off him. I haven’t been able to stop wanting him since I left his cottage this morning, and my body is wired.
“I’m sorry.” His tone is raw, and I blink in surprise. “I love the present, and I love that you made it. I just wish you hadn’t given it to Gigi.”
I take a second look at his face. His eyes aren’t dull right now. They’re absolutely on fire as they pin me in place, and I have to clench my hands into fists to avoid pulling him against me.
He wants to kiss me.
I know it as clearly as I’ve known it every single time before. He has the same look in his eye, he’s breathing the same rhythm, and it’s just quiet enough that I can hear his heart beat.
He blinks, and the moment breaks.
“I don’t get you right now.” I stare at him. “Something’s weird.”
He closes down and the dullness returns to his beautiful whiskey eyes. “Nothing’s weird.”
I take a deep breath and the words just pop out. “I’m happy for you Logan.”
I open the passenger door and step out.
“Macey!”
I slam the door shut.
“Macey, wait!” Logan rolls down the window and calls after me as I walk away.
70
I know where I need to go, and I don’t stop walking until I reach her door.
I knock boldly and then tap my right foot over and over until Dr. Liza Spellman opens the door and peeks out at me.
“Dr. Spellman?” I say. “We met before, through my mother? I’m Macey Henwood. It’s an emergency.”
She invites me inside. Without her asking, I lie my ass down on the lavender couch.
“What’s your pale face about, Macey?”
I lean my head back against the white lace pillows and look up at Liza’s spectacled face looking over at me from her chair.
“I just came from Logan and Gigi’s engagement party. It was harder than I thought it would be.”
“Harder how?”
“She’s his life now. And I’m…not.”
I hear her shuffling those cards again, and I look over my shoulder. Seven cards lie face up, and Liza purses her lips.
