Bitchy?
“Nervous.” Logan narrows his eyes at me. “Give her a break—she’s meeting my ex-wife.”
“Yeah, what’s the deal with that?” I say. “Because as you well know, I’m not your ex-wife yet. You lied to her?”
“Small omission of fact.” His face flushes. “I thought it would be easier for everyone if she didn’t know we were still…”
Attracted to each other?
My gaze wanders from his face down to his chest and then further.
Logan’s voice drops to barely above a whisper. “Mace, two huge favors.”
I drag my eyes back up to his face.
“Name them.”
“Please sign the papers.”
“That’s favor one. What’s two?”
“Do your best to be civil to Gigi.”
“Done.” I shift past him in the hallway. “We’d better get back.”
When I reach the booth, I beckon to Gigi. She steps out of the booth and follows me through the bar. The whole walk until I stop in the corner of the saloon, I’m wondering what she wants.
Does she want to make sure I’m not a threat?
Or is it to ask for some sort of permission? No, that doesn’t make sense. That’s just for the father, I think. And isn’t it the other way around, so Logan would’ve asked her father for permission? I almost laugh out loud at the very thought. I can’t imagine Logan asking someone for permission for anything.
“I’d be happy to help you out with anything you need,” I say to her.
“Thank you, Macey. That means so much.” She squeezes my arm. “And I realize you’re super busy. My mother’s already hired a wedding planner from New York City. But she can’t help fill me in on little details that would make my Logan happy.”
My jaw tightens, but I get out a nod.
Gigi lowers her voice conspiratorially. “You can’t tell anybody. Especially Logan.”
“Okay.” I lean closer so I can hear her.
“He knows my family’s going to throw us an engagement party here in Darcy in a couple of weeks. But I want to surprise Logan with a gift. You know, something really special from me to him. The whole town will be watching us open our gifts, and I don’t want to come off like I’m a stranger to him. It would look…suspicious.”
The word seems to come out of her mouth unbidden, and she blushes as soon as she’s said it.
I cock my head. “Suspicious? I’m not sure I follow.”
She coughs. “I want to present Logan with something that he would genuinely want, as a token of the beginning of our new life together. And the thing is, I don’t know Logan’s tastes all that well. I mean, it’s only been a few weeks!” She giggles. “And you’ve known Logan your entire life. He said you guys are kind of like brother and sister.”
Did he?
“Kind of.” She flushes again, and then almost says the next part like it’s rehearsed, “Which is why I’m not concerned that you two got married. I get it. A drunken night in Vegas—it happens, right? It’s not like it means anything.”
She says the words with a cavalier wave of her hand, but the shadow behind her eyes tells me she’s not as naïve about her fiancé’s first marriage as she claims to be.
I force a casual smile. “Right. But I don’t know about an engagement gift. I don’t want to get in the middle.”
“Oh, you aren’t! I’m asking you to help! Please? Pretty please?”
