“Now let me look at you both.” Eloise turns her focus to Ginny and me. “You’re the last two down the aisle, after all.”
“Oh, that’s who they’ll remember.” Mama winks at me.
I swipe at her with my hand, but I miss. Mama laughs, and so do I, and I pull her up onto the platform with me. “Sweet Home Alabama” is one of our favorite songs, and Mama joins me in dancing to the chorus. My hair is loose as Mama and Ginny insisted I should keep my “eye-catching” waves undone, and it swings wildly off my shoulders as I loop my arm through my mother’s and twirl her around.
Then my gaze catches in one of the mirrors.
Logan’s outside the store window.
He’s standing completely still, and he’s staring at me.
I stop dancing and turn around quickly, too fast for him to cover. Our eyes lock through the glass, and my stomach drops at the obvious heat in his gaze. His whiskey eyes are smoldering, and the emerald flecks flash in the sunlight.
I cross my arms over my chest self-consciously. My boobs feel too exposed all of a sudden; in fact, all of me does. The dress may be floor-length, but it’s fitted to my figure, and I’m not used to dressing up, especially not in front of Logan.
Mama tells me not to hide myself, that I look beautiful, but when I ignore her she turns and looks out the window.
“Well,” Mama says. “Look who it is. The about-to-be-married Logan Wild, who can’t take his eyes off another woman.”
I shout-whisper at her to shut it. She waves to him then, forcing him to acknowledge her, and he comes inside the store awkwardly.
“Logan,” Eloise says curtly. “I see Gigi went in another direction with her dress, did she?”
“Um…” He shoves his hands into his jeans pockets. “Yeah.”
Ginny climbs off the platform to say hi, and the married and twice a mother Meagan flirts her ass off with him, but I stay right where I am. Mama looks up at me and nods her approval, and I dare say I feel good having my mother’s backup right now.
Logan escapes the store as quickly as he can without so much as a hello to me. Although he glances at me twice out of the corner of his left eye—I notice, and if I didn’t, Mama’s right there to point it out as soon as he leaves.
I stand numbly while Eloise finishes the final touches on our dresses before the wedding. I can’t believe I haven’t talked to Logan since we almost kissed. It would be so much easier if I had and we’d already broken the ice.
Damn.
And then, Mrs. Rattles says we must go have a peek at the wedding cake. Apparently Elaina begged for her cake to still be used also, and Mrs. Rattles agreed as long as the price dropped by a hefty fifty percent. The bakery knows Ginny’s wedding is going to be televised, so they agreed.
“So now I get two cakes.” Ginny shakes her head as we walk next door to the cake shop. “I mean, seriously?”
“At least you’re not having two weddings,” I say to her.
I stand next to Mama inside the bakery, bored out of my mind and waiting for Mrs. Rattles to run out of air with her rave reviews of Elaina’s cake. I would give a lot to get out of here right now.
Like he read my mind, I glance out the window just as Logan’s motorcycle pulls into the parking lot.
He gets off his bike and puts his helmet onto the seat. Then, he pauses and looks up at the storefront like he’s debating whether or not to barge in.
“What in the world is he doing here?” Mama mutters to me. “He’s all dressed for the wedding, I see. My, doesn’t he look handsome?”
Yes, he does. For starters, his suit fits him perfectly. The black tie and white shirt work his cool factor to perfection, and his hair is styled in that way I personally love—tousled but in an orderly fashion.
Shit. Logan Wild is sexy as hell. And for one red-hot minute, he was my husband.
He’s apparently made his decision because he strolls purposefully up the store walkway and then steps inside the swinging door, causing the welcome bell to go off.
Ginny turns and smiles at him. “Hey! You here to taste my cake?”
He grins back at her and then touches my arm. “Mace, can I talk to you for a minute?”
I walk away from Mama’s looming form as she tries to overhear us and lead Logan to the corner of the shop.
