“Right.” She frowns. “I wonder, though, if she misses him.”
“Ginny, you’re losing focus.” I snap my fingers. “Let’s deal with your love life rather than a ghost’s.” I lead her out of the office and down the hall to the bar.
She hops onto a stool, and I sit next to her.
I look behind the bar at the photograph of Mama and Daddy in happier times, laughing as I waddle across the bar at age two.
Ginny’s eyes follow mine.
“Gin, I’ve been thinking, and I definitely don’t know if jumping into marriage is the right idea…”
“Can you round up Logan for me?” she says breathlessly. “Dave and I talked, and we have a solid plan.”
“Great! What is it?”
“Ask Logan if he can drive us in his truck. Dave and I need you both with us.”
I blink at her. “Need us where?”
“Vegas. We’re getting hitched!”
23
Logan
* * *
I get into the shower and let the hot water pour over my sore muscles. I’ve been in the fields all day, working alongside Reid, and I’m dead tired.
I’ve just turned off the water when I hear insistent knocking on my front door.
Crap. I throw a towel around my waist. It’s probably my dad calling me to dinner. I don’t want to eat with my family—I want to stay in and paint.
But when I glance through the peephole, I get a pleasant surprise.
Macey’s on my front step. And she’s wearing her tell shirt. I grin and open the door wide.
She stumbles backward when she sees me in just a towel.
“Texas Y’all.” I jut my chin in the direction of her shirt. “My favorite of yours.”
She smiles. “Really? Why’s that?”
She’s already biting her lip. Tell number two.
“I’ve got my reasons.”
I invite her inside, but she shakes her head.
“Logan, we have a problem.”
“What is it?”
“It’s Ginny.” She hesitates. “Has Dave told you?”
“Told me what?”
She sighs. “Obviously, he hasn’t.”
