I smile. “As long as you don’t have to look at the bottom line, it’s great.”
I turn to Skip. “Are you almost done here? Because it’s been like three hours.”
The front door dings as Logan, Gigi, and Blake step inside. Jon’s with them, and he has his camera pointed straight at the chosen couple. Logan keeps turning away to avoid the flash, but Gigi has a calm, serene smile on her face.
God, it’s like she’s completely immune.
“Quick,” I whisper to Skip. “Give me Vivian’s diary. Logan won’t understand, and he’ll start asking questions.”
Skip slides the diary over to me, and I hustle to put it back inside the glass just as Mr. Bingley freaks out from the camera lights and darts away.
Blake and Logan takes stools a few down from Skip.
“Hey, bartender.” Logan nods at me. “What’s up?”
I shrug. “Nothing. How are y’all?”
“Delightful.” Gigi shakes her hair loose from an elastic band she’d tied it back with and takes the stool on Logan’s free side.
Riley smiles at Logan. “I work here now, too.”
Logan looks more closely at Riley’s pale face and the dark circles under her eyes. “What are you doing behind the bar?”
“Wink cheated on me. And dumped me.”
Gigi gasps, but Logan’s expression doesn’t change.
“I don’t have to tell you that you deserve better,” he says. “But I will if you want me to.”
“Thanks.” Riley cleans another beer glass. “I guess I forgot.”
Blake shakes his head at her. “Never forget that, Riley. That guy was obviously an ass.”
Gigi pipes up that she’s trying to understand Darcy better. “Since our talk at the creek last night, Macey,” she says pointedly.
I let out a breath. “I didn’t mean anything rude by it, Gigi. I’m sorry if you took it that way.”
“Not at all. But I found out lots of new things about Logan this morning when I talked to his mother. Like how he was born on the ranch at the same moment their oldest bull passed away. So, over to you, Macey. How old were you when you first served a drink at this bar?”
“I guess around fourteen.”
“I was never allowed,” Riley pipes in.
“I tried once when I was twelve,” says Ben.
My mouth drops open. “Twelve? That’s horrible!”
Ben grins. “Mama took the drink away.”
I turn to Skip. “All of this is off the record, by the way. Don’t even think about it.”
He nods. “Of course. Nothing about your family.”
Nobody thinks twice about Skip’s comment. Except for one person.
Logan leans forward and gives Skip a hard look. “What does that mean, nothing about her family? What are you talking about?”
Skip shrinks back from Logan’s intense gaze. “Um…”
