He raises his hand in salute. “Got it, sergeant.”
I smile. “Good.”
72
Logan
* * *
Macey’s barely made eye contact with me today, and I know better than to try to talk to her in front of everyone. Our conversation yesterday was intense, and emotions got the better of me.
So I’ve avoided her as best I could. But Macey’s all I’m thinking about.
The Orlando wedding was not in the plans. But Gigi’s mother wanted it, and when Gigi tried to say no, Mrs. Phillips teared up.
She said Gigi was her baby and all she wanted was to plan her wedding for her. Since she can’t do much with the Darcy wedding, she wants complete control over a ceremony.
Gigi caved. So I did, too. We don’t want any suspicions to be aroused.
Although one wedding already feels like more than I could handle.
While Ginny, Macey, and Gigi sit underneath the huge umbrella and keep cool—or try to in this heat—Blake, Dave, and I cook burgers and potatoes for everyone.
After we eat, I excuse myself and walk out to the edge of the river to ensure I’ll be alone. I need to talk to someone who’s not wrapped up in Darcy and this whole wedding obsession.
Luke picks up on the first ring. “Hey, Wild.”
“How is everything?” I ask him.
“Status quo.”
Status quo’s never sounded so good. It just further highlights the clusterfuck of a situation that I’m in.
“Are you coming down here for the Hunt County Fair?” I ask him. “I’m competing.”
“Good for you.”
“Yeah.” I pause. “I’d love to have you here if you can make the trip.”
“I could use a break,” he says. “Cooper and Chase can run things for a few days. Maybe I’ll bring Brayden with me.”
Luke’s brother, Brayden, runs his own ranch a town over from Luke.
“He’s more than welcome. You can both stay at the ranch. How are Brayden’s wife and daughters?”
“They’re doing great,” Luke says and I can hear the affection in his voice. “Leleila keeps my brother in line. They’re good for each other.”
That sounds nice. It sounds stable.
“You’re burning a hole through the phone line with your fucking anxiety, Logan.” Luke’s tone changes to concern. “What’s up?”
“I’ve got a few things going on here that I can’t talk about yet.” I stare out at the moving river in front of me. “But I need advice anyway.”
“Okay.” I can practically hear him try to figure out a solution. “Give it to me in pieces.”
I think. “If you’re helping a person you care about, but that person can’t know, and because of that everything is all fucked up, what do you do?”
“Ride it out.” Luke’s voice is confident. “You know you’re doing the right thing, right?”
