“I’m sure you were. And I’m sorry to interrupt your time off.” I hold up my phone showing my new airline ticket. “I wanted to let you know I’m flying home.”
He’s awake now. His blue eyes widen as he grips my shoulder. “I need more than that, Wild.”
“Let’s just say I had a problem. And I’ve figured a way out of said problem.” Not a soul is around at this hour, but I lower my voice anyway. “I love Macey. I always did, but I thought I had to do this.”
He scratches his chin. “I don’t fucking get it.”
“I know. And I can’t explain more right now because I have to talk to Macey first.”
“Okay.” He holds up his index finger. “So the wedding’s off?”
“Yes.”
He holds up a second finger. “And you’re going home? To your girl?”
“Yes.”
Third finger. “You’re going to fix everything that you fucked up this summer?”
I roll my eyes. “Blake. Quit while you’re ahead.”
He pulls me into a hug. “I’m happy for you, brother.”
I slap his back. “Thanks. I’ll leave it up to you and my parents to fill in the guests.”
“Not a problem,” he says as he steps back and signals to the bartender. “But before you go to the airport? You and I are having a shot of whiskey to celebrate.”
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Macey
* * *
“So he loves you. And you sent him your book. And when he called, was Gigi with him?” Ginny asks when I wake her up at five-thirty.
“I’m sorry I called you so early,” I say again. “You need your rest right now. The second trimester is so important for rest and…”
“Shhh!” she says. “Do you know how mad I would have been with you if you hadn’t told me what’s going on? I’m actually a bit angry you didn’t tell me what happened at Brick’s right away. Logan said he loves you? I mean, are you kidding me?!”
“I know, and I’m just freaking out.”
“Okay. Tell me exactly what he said and how he said it. Or better yet, I’ll jump in the car and head over to your place.”
While I wait for Ginny to arrive, I try to calm myself with a cup of hot cocoa and a buttermilk biscuit from the batch I’d made this week, but comfort food isn’t enough to settle my nerves.
And something’s bugging me. What Skip said about Gigi’s mother?—
Why does everyone keep bringing up Mrs. Phillips?
I gasp.
Daddy and Mrs. Phillips—he asked me about her twice. And then, they were chatting at the party…
They couldn’t have?—
No.
They wouldn’t have.
