“Pardon?” She pulls her head back and stares at me.
God, she looks young. Certainly younger than the bunch of us. I look at her big blue eyes and pouty mouth, wondering just how old she actually is.
Blake jumps off his stool to introduce himself to her, and Gigi air kisses him and then Ginny.
None of them notice the measured look between Logan and me.
He steps closer under the pretense of taking a sip of my martini.
“My truck got a flat,” he says in a soft tone. “And she didn’t want to walk here in the heat.”
I tilt my head as I realize he’s explaining why they showed up on his motorcycle.
“It’s not a big deal,” I mutter.
“Yes, it is.” He turns away quickly and suggests we all get a booth.
Blake, Ginny, and I follow the two lovebirds to the corner of the bar.
As we walk, Ginny whispers to me about Gigi’s boobs and do I think they’re implants. “They look so perky,” she says admiringly.
“Oh, Macey, your bar is just lovely! So quaint!” Gigi turns back to me and gestures around the room with her perfectly-manicured hand, and it’s then that I notice the ring.
The diamond sparkles to me from several feet away.
Holy. Darcy.
That diamond’s got to be over two carats. Where in the heck did Logan get the money for that?
Ginny notices the ring, too. So has George and Dye, and I daresay Rusty’s eyeing it himself. In fact, I’d say pretty much all of Darcy will be talking about Gigi’s ring within the hour.
Logan sits down and gestures for Gigi to join him.
Blake and Ginny and I crowd in on the opposite side of the booth.
“Isn’t that beautiful?” Ginny takes Gigi’s left hand in hers and stares at the ring for a moment before giving Logan a pointed look.
Blake looks at the ring next. “Wow.”
“Isn’t it gorgeous?” Gigi giggles as she rubs Logan’s head. “I’m still getting used to wearing it myself. I have no idea where Logan gets his taste, I tell you! I was absolutely shocked when he pulled it out of his pocket—did he tell you we were on top of the Empire State Building?”
My stomach lurches.
“The Empire State Building?” Ginny says. “You two were in New York?”
“Oh, yes, for a week before we came here.” Gigi beams. “Daddy and I flew Logan there to meet my mom. She was worried, of course, so we had to make sure she met Logan. She knows what Texan men can be like…”
She cuts off and flinches like she’s been?—
Kicked?
I glance at Logan, but his face is blank.
Blake doesn’t miss it, either. “You okay there?” he asks Gigi.
“Yes,” she says immediately. “I, um, I banged my foot against the table leg.”
“Texan men?” Ginny asks. “What do you mean?”
