“How? Was it a peck? Or was it…a real kiss?”
Logan swallows. “It was real.” He leans closer to me. “Do you want me to show you?”
The air in the truck is so thick I can hardly breathe. “Yes,” I get out.
Logan puts his hand behind my neck and covers my mouth with his own.
And I melt—absolutely melt—into him.
God, his lips are the perfect blend of hard and soft. They always were. I open my mouth until his tongue finds mine, and I kiss him back for far longer than I should.
We break away at the same time, both of us breathing heavily.
“Thank you for showing me.” I gasp for air. “That definitely feels like a real kiss.”
He runs his thumb over his lip. “Actually, after that kiss, you grabbed me and kissed me again.”
I stare at him. “I did?”
He nods and goes to put his hands back on the steering wheel.
But I stop him. “Will you show me that kiss also?”
He hesitates. “Mace…”
“I need to know everything so I can get closure. This will be our only wedding, right?”
He nods, and then he reaches for me again.
His lips move over mine, and it’s so good. I want to keep kissing him. My lips are still kissing him.
But I check myself as Logan and I break apart once again. Because even though it feels real, getting drunk and accidentally marrying in Vegas isn’t real. Just like winning your fake husband in a derby isn’t real.
Real is Mama waiting up until three a.m. for Daddy to come home from the bar.
Real is her throwing a beer bottle across The Cowherd so hard at his head that her eldest daughter steps in between and takes the hit for him.
Real is the scar on my wrist—the one Mama swears is a curse linking me to the spirit of the famous author locked in the prison cell in our bar. That scar is my reminder that real relationships suck the life out of a person one painful moment at a time until all that’s left is a ghost of who you were. A Jane Austen-type ghost where you may be able to write about eternal love, but you sure as hell can’t actually have it.
And real is getting a divorce from your best friend because you acted carelessly.
But the sensation of Logan’s lips on mine is still lingering. The smell of his cologne is on my neck and in my hair. And the ruby ring on my left hand instead of my right feels too good…
I shove my shaky hands underneath my legs to try to keep them still.
Divorcing Logan is going to be painful. It feels like a permanent breakup. And it hurts far more than I want to admit.
Logan
I drop Macey off at her place and drive straight to our family lawyer.
I’ve known Rick Murphy my whole life, and he’s seen my brothers and me do some dumb things. But I’m pretty sure this one is the worst.
“You got accidentally married?” Rick breaks into a chuckle. “Your dad is going to kill you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m an adult now. So there’s not much he can do.”
“He can take away your stake in the family business.”
