Brooke remembered she had offered to return Ian’s tuxedo. She needed to head back to fetch it.
“We could wait,” Justin offered.
Why was Justin being nice? Guilt?
“No. I’m fine.” Brooke moved to leave. “Have a nice night. It was nice seeing you again.”
Then she didn’t wait, instead she booked it across the lawn toward the bridal suite, a room off the chapel of the church, where Aubrey said she would leave their things. Once inside the comfort and quiet of the small room, Brooke collapsed against the back of the door, sinking down it as though the day had drained the strength from her bones. She had pushed Logan away, and she only had herself to blame.
Her mind reeled as she replayed their kiss on the dance floor. The light brush of their lips, the feeling of strength in his hands, and his manly scent filling her lungs. If that was the last kiss they ever shared, at least it was a memorable one.
Logan wondered if he should whip back around and head back to the wedding. The light up ahead turned red and forced him to come to a stop. He tapped his hands on the steering wheel and matched the random beat of some song he’d heard a hundred times but couldn’t name.Go back, go back, go back.The words vibrated in his mind and competed against the thump of the song’s beat.And say what?
Green light, Logan eased off the brake and shifted his foot to the gas. If he headed back now, he could catch Brooke before she left, maybe even give her a ride home.But she told you to leave.Yeah, that was right. Leave and call Shelby? Why? He thought the kiss they shared said everything he cared to get acrossand more. Kissing Brooke, well, he didn’t have enough time to unpack how mind-blowingly good they were together.
They fit. Why didn’t she understand he knew what he wanted?
His phone rang, blasting it through the Bluetooth speaker of the car, silencing the music. Danielle’s name flashed across his dashboard. He groaned. If he didn’t answer, she’d only call again and again until he picked up.
He slapped the answer button on the dash and hissed, “I hope you’re happy.”
“Geez, take it down a notch,” Danielle replied.
Logan passed through another light. Then the next light changed from green to yellow. He made the last second decision to slam on his brakes and wait. His blood simmered a touch below exploding.
“Brooke told me to go out with Shelby and figure out if there is something there. She told me she won’t go out with me again until I do.” He raked a hand through his hair.
“I always liked Brooke,” Danielle calmly replied.
“What on earth are you talking about?” The light turned green. Logan peeled off the line and passed through the intersection then turned right onto the street which led to his apartment. “You’ve been pushing me to date Shelby.”
“I like that Brooke recognizes that you have unfinished business with Shelby. If you go out with her then decide Brooke is for you, I’ll be happy to see you end up together.”
“Danielle,” his jaw twitched. “You’re going to pay for this whole thing.”
“Nah, you’ll thank me later when you end up with the right woman.”
His building came into view. He turned into the driveway which led to the communal garage below it.
“Which is who exactly?” Logan pressed the garage button on his car visor and waited as the large garage door to the parking garage opened.
“Umm, I’m not sure yet, but at least you have two very solid leads which is more than you had a few months ago.”
“I might end up alone,” he countered.
“Or you might end up with the right woman.”
“This is not how things play out in romance movies.”
“It’s exactly how they play out.” Danielle cleared her throat. “Now call Shelby, take her out and then either close the chapter or open it back up.”
“Fine.” He gritted his teeth then parked his car. “I’ll reach out to Shelby.”
“Perfect.”
For everyone but him.
CHAPTER 17
