“I’m sure you mentioned it at some point.”
If only I had gotten here five minutes later, I might not have made a complete ass of myself in front of one of the sexiest men I remember seeing in a long time.
But given that he’s been hired by family, that means he’ll be here until the wedding next month.
And I wouldn’t mind getting to see a lot more of him between now and then.
ChapterFour
LAYLA
“Aunt Layla!” Willow comes blasting into the store and nearly tackles me in a hug.
“Willow. What are you doing here?”
Logan is behind her, shuffling into the store.
“Would you be able to take her over with you tonight for the welcome dinner? I’ve got physical therapy this afternoon that I can’t miss.”
“Where are Mason and Ivy?”
“They had to go pick up some things in Jackson this afternoon.”
“Really?” I cross my arms, giving my brother an assessing look. “Supplies?”
“Gross, Layla.” Logan winces. “Mason had to get more wood to help build the altar for the wedding and Ivy went with him. I forgot I had my appointment when I told them I’d pick up Willow.”
“How’s the leg feeling today?”
“Sore.”
“Is it good to go then?”
“I’ll be fine,” he grumbles.
After Logan’s injury last year, I know he’s tired of all of us hovering over him, making sure he’s okay. But with the extent of the damage to his leg? We can’t help but worry. He hasn’t played a single game of football since, and I know it’s starting to make him anxious. He’s ready to get back out on the field.
“Do you want me to pick you up on my way over?”
He shakes his head. “I’m good. I’ll see you guys there. Bye, Willow!”
“Bye, Uncle Logan!” She waves at him from where she’s inspecting the latest jewelry. “Aunt Layla, can we work on my sewing project?” Willow’s curls bounce in excitement.
“Of course we can.”
The store is slow today. After a few rainy days, everyone is out enjoying the sunshine. I let Erica know where I’ll be before I follow Willow into my workspace.
“Is that Aunt Gemma’s dress?” Willow points to the mostly finished dress in the corner.
“It is. Isn’t it pretty?”
Willow goes over to inspect it, knowing not to touch it from the other times she’s been here.
“It looks like a dress now.”
“Want to work on your dress?”
“Yes!”
