Don’t worry, I mutter to myself as I get bucked off. I control my fall and land clear of Prince while the ranch hand helps to corral him.
It’ll all work out.
It has to.
Or I’ll lose the only woman who matters to me.
32
Macey
* * *
Three hundred seconds shouldn’t be enough to turn someone’s world upside-down.
And yet, Logan Wild just did. He absolutely flipped my damn life from—if not bright and happy, at least expected and normal—to a freaking blender of darkness.
And he did it all with one simple word.
“Engaged!” Ginny squeals later that day at Darcy Bridal Salon. “I mean, is Logan Wild freaking out of his mind? You two aren’t even divorced yet!”
I shrug as I glance in the four-way mirror at the ugly green floral bridesmaid dress Mrs. Rattles insisted would be perfect for my figure. Ginny tried to choose something else for me, but her mama had the last word. “Engaged is what he said.”
I resist the urge to punch the mirror until it shatters everywhere.
But I clench my teeth together and force a smile in Ginny’s direction as she tugs at the shoulder straps of her bridal gown. Her mother is huddled in a corner of the store with Eloise, blissfully far away from us at the moment.
“Macey, are you okay?” Ginny purses her lips. “This must be hard—you were planning to ask Logan if he wanted to date like normal people.”
Yes, I was planning to do that. But I’m used to life throwing me curveballs.
“I guess it wasn’t meant to be,” I say. “I was too late.”
Ginny puts her arms around me. “I don’t know the last time you’ve looked so sad.”
If I have to answer her, I’ll start to cry. So I pull back and bend down to fiddle with the clasp on the three-inch heels I can hardly walk in without stumbling.
“I’ve been literally locked up with Mama since I saw you earlier today,” Ginny whispers. “She unexpectedly took me to a spa to get us ‘in the spirit of relaxation and spiritual cleansing’ before my final fitting.”
“Wow,” I say. “That must have been?—”
“Torture,” Ginny concurs. “You have no idea. Do I have mud on my hairline still? Because I’m certain it didn’t all come off, and she refused to let me stop at home. Something about ruining those good vibes we absorbed at the spa. I had to pee the whole time. Being pregnant makes you pee like crazy. Anyway”—long pause—“we all know you and Logan have always had intense chemistry.” Another long pause. “But you also had a mutual pact to never marry and all that. So why the heck did he go and get engaged? He’s always felt the same way as you about commitment, hasn’t he?” Her voice lifts nervously at the end of the question.
“He always did,” I say slowly. “But I guess he found someone who changed his mind.”
And it wasn’t me.
God, this dress is so wrong for me. I hate the color, I hate the length, I just hate it.
“Macey?” Ginny touches my arm. “Maybe working on your novel will help distract you.”
I stand up straight. “Exactly. I need to focus on me. Rather than dwelling on Logan and his love life, I’m going to put myself first.”
“That’s a great idea. But you know what I think might help you to move on? Going through your diary.”
I suck in a breath. “I don’t know, Gin.”
“Logan’s probably in there a lot, right?” She pats my arm. “I think you need to purge the past. And sometimes the only way to do that is to look it right in the face and let it go.”
