“Gimmie,” Juliet said to Holly, who passed the baby to her so she could dance with Cole.
Nick took Faith’s hand and led her to the dance floor behind the others.
Logan locked eyes with Tess, and a zing raced down her spine. Probably guilt from talking crap about him earlier.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said, ignoring Juliet and Maddie’s snickers.
“You clean up nicely,” he said, pulling her close. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he was into her. As more than just a friend. But that couldn’t be right.
Etta James crooned as he slowly spun her around.
“The wedding was beautiful,” Logan said, and she nodded.
“Do you want to get married again, Tess?” he asked, leaning back to look into her eyes as if wanting to gauge her honesty.
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“What happened with your ex?”
“I don’t usually talk about him,” she said, assuming—wrongly—that he wouldn’t pry.
“But if you did, what would you say?”
“He hid a gambling problem from me,” she said tersely.
“I take it he wasn’t successful at it?”
She huffed out a laugh. “That would be an understatement. He wanted me to pay his debts.”
“Ballsy,” Logan pulled her tight once again. “Did you?”
Man, he was nosy. She paused, but figured there was no harm in answering.
“Until I found out he was still losing money and still lying to me about it.” She sighed. “In my book, the lying was as bad as the gambling. I was very young and dumb. Lesson learned.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said sincerely.
“How about you?” she asked. “Were you serious when you said you wanted to get married?”
“I do.” He chuckled at his lame pun. “Just haven’t found the right woman.”
The song ended, but he didn’t let her go. He was staring at her in that intense, weird way again. Like on the campout when she thought he might kiss her. Only this time, he didn’t hold back.Moving in slowly, he pressed his lips to hers as an upbeat song started in the background.
“Sorry,” he said after a second. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”
Holy crap. The ground beneath her shifted, as if his kiss had caused an earthquake. Her thoughts fluttered away, suddenly untethered to anything concrete. She put her fingers to her tingling lips and stared at him.
“Say something,” he pleaded.
She looked for words, but her brain had shut down. His kiss waskind ofexpected. She’d felt something building between them, but she hadn’t realized how completely it would rock her world.
“Me too,” she finally choked out.
“Let’s take a quick walk,” he suggested, grabbing her hand and tugging with urgency.
“To make out, you mean?” He nodded once, and she laughed but followed him. The second they cleared the rec cabin doors, he grabbed her face and planted another kiss on her. She went up on her toes to meet him halfway, also eager to test this new wrinkle in their relationship.
