How was it? Spill every gory detail please.
My mouth twisted into a smile as visions of Logan’s hands all over my body filtered into consciousness.
I can’t remember much.
Damn it!! Repeat performance required, then! For research!She texted back.
Highly unlikely, he’s back to bossman status. Everything is hella awkward now.
I heard noises coming from the bedroom. He was finishing up.
Because he cant stop thinking about your smoking hot body!
I sent back a laughing emoji.
“Ready?”
Logan must’ve made an offering to the porcelain god and washed his face, because healmostlooked back to normal. I, on the other hand, looked like I was trying out for aSopranosreboot in my track suit and stilettoes.
“Why are you wearing that?” Logan demanded.
I looked down at myself, confused since we’d already addressed it. “Because it’s more comfortable than my wrinkled silk dress?”
“No. Thering.”
Whoops. Busted. I’d forgotten to take it off again, which was strange because I never wore rings. It should’ve felt awkward, but the slim gold band seemed right at home on my hand.
I pulled it off and shoved it in my pocket. “Do you remember where they came from? Like, did we go to a jewelry store? Or does the chapel have a selection in front, before you go in?”
He sighed heavily. “I have no idea. They’re probably just gold-plated temporary rings. You can get rid of it. Now, let’s go.”
I nodded and followed him to the door. I slipped my hand in my pocket to cup the ring like it was a good luck charm.
It didn’tfeelcheap. It was small, but it had an unmistakable heft. There was no way I was tossing it.
Someday, when I was old and gray and living among my fifteen cats, I could pull it out of a drawer and think back to my wild night marrying a drunken billionaire.
10
LOGAN
Icould finally exhale again now that I was sure news of my drunken marriage hadn’t gotten out. There was always the possibility that someone could’ve recognized me at the chapel and made some money selling the story, but my Google alerts were only turning up mentions of how amazing our maiden voyage had been going. Forty-eight hours of business as usual.
Good.
Nina and I seemed to have each decided that polite distance was the way to navigate our way through the aftershocks. Because I certainly was having them, despite how wasted I had been that night.
Very few of my memories were concrete, but the one part that was seared in my brain?
Kissing Nina.
Kissing every inch of her perfect body. Whenever a thought of it flitted into my consciousness, I was overcome by the driveto make it happen again. Obviously, that wasn’t possible, so I forced myself to ignore those lips every time she smiled at me.
“Daddy!”
Noah ran over to me with his eyes shining and Ariel tumbling along behind him.
“What’s up, buddy? Ready for breakfast?” I knelt down to give him my full attention—something Nina had suggested, and of course it was already having a positive impact. Ariel stalked closer and went to town on my shoelace.
