“Hey, sleepyhead,” I say to her.
We hit one of Darcy’s two red lights going through town and sit there for over a minute without a single car passing us in any direction.
I can smell the mesquite trees, hear the crickets chirping, and I see Wild Ranch off in the distance. I didn’t appreciate how homesick I was until we landed.
I stare out the window at Darcy’s low-lit skyline of antique shops and church steeples. “It’s like we’re the only people awake in town.”
“For sure.” Ginny looks out at the dark, empty street. “Quite a change from the main drag of Vegas.”
After Logan drops Ginny and then Dave at home, I climb into the shotgun seat.
I glance over at Logan’s profile. His jaw is tight as he turns onto the lonesome dirt road by the lake. This is one of our favorite dirt roads, the one we’ve “gotten stuck on” so many times before, the road that watched over us for our first time. He pulls off to the side and stops the truck. I swallow and lower my gaze to my left hand.
“It will be okay, Mace.”
I look over at him. Despite the dark circles under them from driving for hours, his eyes are bright and focused as he looks back at me steadily. His baseball cap keeps his messy hair in check, and his mouth is pursed in worry.
“You know we need to undo this immediately,” I say quickly.
“Of course I do. But do you want to talk about what happened first?” he asks me. “I can fill in any gaps you don’t remember.”
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
He leans his shoulder against the seat. “Ginny backed out at the last minute. She decided she wanted a white wedding. Dave looked like a man who’d just avoided prison when she suggested holding off.”
“Good Lord,” I mutter.
“I personally don’t think those two should ever consider tying the knot whether they’re here or in Nevada, but I already said that a thousand times.”
“I don’t disagree with you,” I say. “But this is their decision.”
“So after she backed out,” he continues, “Those two showed us our marriage license. They were so damn proud of themselves.”
I can’t help from laughing. “I’m sure they were.”
“Mace…” Logan’s expression turns serious. “I’m sorry. I wish to God I hadn’t drunk that much last night. This is exactly why I never do.”
“Exactly.” I nod vigorously. “I’m sorry, too. You and I are spontaneous enough without adding alcohol to the mix.”
“Right. I mean, this whole thing was kind of an experiment gone wrong, right? Divorce it is.”
“Divorce?” I say, my stomach plummeting unexpectedly at the word. “We have to get a divorce?”
“We consummated the marriage last night,” he reminds me as my cheeks burn. “So an annulment’s out.”
“Right.” I look down at the ring on my left hand and twist it around and around. “Who suggested you use the bull ring as a wedding band?”
“We both did.” He takes it off his finger and hands it to me. “Maybe you should keep it for now so I don’t make any more impulsive decisions.”
I know he’s trying to lighten the mood with a joke, but as my fingers close over the bull ring and I slip it into my purse, unexpected sadness hits me in the gut.
“I just want to know one more thing,” I say.
“Sure,” he says. “What is it?”
“Did we kiss? I mean, after we exchanged vows, did we kiss like we did for our fake wedding?”
“We kissed,” he says in a careful tone.
