“Logan and I have never gone on a real date.”
“Oh, come on. You may not have gone on ‘real’ dates, whatever that means. But…” She smiles. “You miss him. Your body misses him.” She giggles, and I throw my dishcloth at her, but she ducks.
“My body has been just fine without Logan Wild.”
“Because of your vibrator maybe,” Ginny says. “In all seriousness, though, you’ve been acting different since Vegas, you know.”
I do know. I’ve been missing Logan in a way I haven’t before.
“I’ve almost…” I drop my voice to a whisper. “Considered asking Logan if we should amend our rules.”
Ginny jumps off her stool so high I’m certain she’s going to climb over the bartop. “Are you serious?”
“But I’m afraid to mess things up. That’s why we made the rules in the first place. It’s just…”
“Getting married changed things for you,” she says.
“I guess it did. But I don’t know how to talk to him about it.”
“Did you ever read your diary entry from Vegas? To see how you were feeling that night?”
“No, I have to. It’s just—every time I go to do it, I remember those divorce papers I still have to sign.” I reach into my purse and pull out the bull ring Logan married me with. “It was hard when he handed this back to me.”
“It does have a lot of nostalgia. What were y’all—sixteen when you first gave him that?”
I nod. “I’m going to give it back to him. As soon as I sign the papers, I’ll give him the ring along with them. You know, so maybe we can let go of the divorce and then...”
“And then you can talk about throwing out your rules!” Ginny says. “Get a divorce and start to date each other—that’s exactly what you two should do!”
I smile at her enthusiasm. “Maybe. I’m nervous he won’t want the same things.”
“I bet he will. You two are always so in sync. He’s probably feeling the exact same way and isn’t sure how to broach it with you.”
“You think so?”
“Definitely.” Ginny pats my arm. “Talk to him, Mace. Don’t live with regrets.”
The door dings, and I feel Logan just like I always do when he’s walked into a room. The air thickens, the temperature rises, and I feel…noticed.
Sure enough…
“Guess who just walked i-ii-in,” Ginny begins in a singsong voice.
I follow her bright eyes toward the front door.
Logan Wild is back in Darcy. And God, I’ve missed him.
Logan takes off his motorcycle helmet, revealing his mess of dark hair and tanned skin. He waves at Ginny and then locks eyes with me as he saunters over to the bar. “Hey, bartender. Long time.”
He needs a haircut, but his whiskey eyes still look at me like lasers, and his worn t-shirt shows off his muscled biceps and solid chest better than anyone’s in town.
“So, were you unbearably lonely out there in the desert? Painfully sunburned?” I ask.
“I’m happy to be back,” he says simply. “The trip took longer than I expected.”
We look at each other in silence for a long beat until Ginny stands up and gives Logan a quick hug. She waves good-bye while she mouths “good luck” to me and leaves.
Logan takes her stool and leans over the bar to kiss my cheek.
