The reporter has followed me, so I temper my comments. “A clue about who the soul mates are. In fact…” What comes out of my mouth next is unrehearsed and far too emotional for television, but I can’t stop myself. I lock eyes with Logan as I say, “I happen to know that Logan and Gigi are not the right couple to unlock the jail cell.”
Logan’s gaze stays stuck on mine. Which is how I don’t miss the flash of surprise that crosses his expression at my outburst.
“And you know this for a fact how?” the reporter asks me.
I wrench my gaze away from Logan and back onto the man who’s shoving his microphone in front of my lips.
“I just do,” I say coolly.
“Is it because Mr. Wild doesn’t seem the type to settle down?” the man persists. “I personally think that fact just adds to the romance of the story. You know, boy falls for girl and his whole world shifts.”
I ball my hands into fists at my sides as the camera focuses on me. “I know because there’s been a mistake. My parents are easily confused.” Mama and Daddy both shoot me dirty looks, but I continue. “Virginia Rattles and David Lucas are marrying here at The Cowherd Whiskey Chapel on July first, and they are the Mr. Darcy and Ms. Bennet of Darcy, not this man and his out-of-town fiancée.”
I glare at Logan, who looks back at me, his expression unreadable.
Logan
I knew she’d come.
The last thing I wanted was for Macey to have to see any of this, but the moment that reporter grabbed my arm and stuck a camera on me, I knew Macey would find out. And I knew she’d come charging over from wherever she was.
I didn’t expect her to storm in quite so pissed off, though. Her eyes are absolutely blazing with fury, and I can’t stop the lust that shoots straight to my groin. Angry Macey is hot. Her green bridesmaid dress that I know she must hate hugs all her curves, and I fight to keep my eyes on her face. But beyond the lust, guilt courses through me. Because I’ve hurt her. I can see it in her eyes when she looks at me.
Of course, Blake knew exactly what he was doing by antagonizing her.
Macey thinks I’ve chosen another woman over her. Like that’s even possible. And her parents’ desperate move to call Gigi and me freaking soul mates isn’t helping matters. I run my hand down my face and work to tamp down my emotions.
I’m doing this for you, Macey.
I just need to keep reminding myself of that.
36
Macey
* * *
Logan combed his hair since I saw him earlier. Probably for his fiancée. And his jeans aren’t even ripped. All of his jeans are ripped. Which means that he got new jeans. Also for her. That last fact just makes me furious.
My face burns as I speak into the microphone the reporter eagerly shoves in my face. “We’re all super excited about Ginny and Dave’s wedding,” I say. “Ginny’s got the drop of British blood the diary of Vivian Elmstock Haskins says is a must.”
“A contest!” Daddy rubs his hands together. “Controversy! Competition! Even better.” He beams at me like I’m a genius and then turns to the reporter. “MakeYourMatch.com will be our new website—coming soon. My son’s a web designer.”
While the business side of me knows Daddy has stumbled onto a smart idea, the woman side of me doesn’t want Logan Wild to be included in it.
Blake walks over to me and whispers in my ear, “Go talk to Logan at the bar.”
“Why?” I murmur.
“Just do it. I’ll distract this guy.”
I glance behind me at the bar where Logan’s standing just out of range of the camera.
He gives me a quick head nod in invitation, and I turn and walk over to him.
“I’m sorry about this,” he murmurs as I slip behind the bar and lean my elbows on the bartop across from where he’s standing. “Once the reporter leaves, I’ll talk to your parents.”
“Don’t bother.” I blow out a breath. “As long as you’re planning to get married, they won’t let you do it anywhere other than here. Is your mama on board?”
