“Oh, nothing. Anyway,” Gigi continues quickly. “Logan had never been to Manhattan, and the whole weekend was fantastically romantic. We went on a midnight horse and carriage ride, and we rode the carousel in Central Park. And then we…”
“Wow!” I interrupt her. “That all sounds great, Gigi.”
“You must feel like Darcy’s too small for you, then,” Blake says with a glance at Logan.
“No. I mean, you probably think Darcy seems quaint for my taste.” Gigi flips her perfect hair over her shoulder. “But it’s so important to Logan’s family that we marry here. And we may do a destination wedding afterward as well.”
Ginny clears her throat and nudges my foot with hers.
“And thank God Logan is officially divorced…” Gigi giggles in my direction, and I fight to hide the surprise I must have momentarily revealed in my widened eyes.
Logan tenses next to Gigi, and his whiskey eyes lock onto mine.
But Gigi’s oblivious. “There can be so much red tape in legal matters. I wouldn’t want anything to hold up our wedding, especially since it’s right around the corner!”
“No,” Blake says slowly and purposefully. “You definitely wouldn’t want anything like divorce papers holding up a wedding. Would you, Logan?”
Logan’s jaw is so tight now I’m surprised he can move it to say, “Nope. Sure wouldn’t.”
Gigi smiles at us. “And of course I have to have my Warren in the wedding. I’m thinking maybe she can be the ring-bearer.”
“Who’s Warren?” I ask.
“My Maltese. She’s like my child. My first-born.”
“Oh!” I smile sweetly at Logan. “So Logan’s a daddy already.”
He frowns. “It’s not like that.”
“It is!” Gigi says. “Logan’s tried to shirk his responsibilities a bit, I have to say. I’ve been a little disappointed he hasn’t bonded more with Warren.”
“Well, you know, Logan’s a guy,” Ginny says. “Guys disappoint us all the time.”
Logan narrows his eyes at her.
“And Warren is named after me,” Gigi continues. “So she’s even more special.”
“Is Gigi your nickname?” Ginny asks her.
“Gigi is one of my middle names,” she explains in a patient tone. “My full name is Warren Gigi Princess Phillips.”
She abruptly turns to me then and says she’d like to get to know Logan’s ex-wife a little better.
“Oh,” I say awkwardly. “There’s not much to me, really. Nothing fancy like you’re probably used to.”
“Right,” she says with wide eyes. “Your life sounds tragic. So difficult. I heard your father just got out of rehab.”
Jesus. I can’t believe Logan told her that.
“Mace,” he says quietly, but I purposefully avoid eye contact with him.
In my effort to appear unaffected, I do the opposite and knock my drink over.
“Oh no.” Ginny grabs a napkin and wipes up the spill.
“I mean, I do understand addiction,” Gigi continues.
I glance up, and for the first time, I see sincerity in her eyes. But they gloss over so quickly. “But my mother’s habit was so brief, and now she’s fine! I mean, how are you ever going to keep your father off the bottle when he owns a bar?”
