Back in Florida, my aunt took me to a dressmaker to get my measurements so I could send them to Tori. I can’t imagine creating something like this simply by knowing a few numbers. This woman has some crazyskills.
I shake my head. “It leaves room for me to enjoy a few tacos. This is such a beautiful dress, Olga. Thank you somuch.”
Once I’m back in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I wait for Olga and Tori at the front of the cozy shop, next to an old-fashioned cash register. With my debit card in hand, I brace myself for the finalamount.
“Everything is paid,” Olga calls to me as she amblescloser.
That’s not right. “I only sent you the down payment, remember? I’m pretty sure there’s abalance.”
“Bride has discount for big party. You allset.”
Tori joins me and gives me a bright smile. “Let’s hit the road. Logan looks antsy.” My eyes dart outside to Logan, who’s leaning against the window, scrolling through hisphone.
“But—”
She grabs my arm and yanks me forward while I call out to Olga, “If it’s a mistake and I owe you money, please let meknow.”
“Thanks, Olga! You’re the best!” Tori calls behind us as the door swings closed and practically pushes me toward Logan. “You guys really should get going before it’s toolate.”
“Too late for what? I thought we were hanging outtonight.”
“Nope. You’re going with Logan. Have fun, and don’t forget to get sunscreen.” Tori wraps me in a hug and then hops in her truck and zoomsoff.
I watch her speed away. “Did Tori just ditch me? That girl is part tornado, I swear.” I turn to Logan. “What am Imissing?”
Laughing, he puts his big hand on my shoulder and maneuvers me to the passenger side of his truck. “We got errands to run, homeslice.”
He’s freshly showered after working all day, and the ends of his dirty blond hair are damp and curl against his baseball cap. He smells so good, I could lick him. “Wedding errands? Cool. I’ve been wanting to do more tohelp.”
I’d hoped to wake up early and have breakfast with Logan, except he was long gone by the time I got up, but at least we get to hang outnow.
I’m still dying a little from what he told me yesterday. Because Logan is not big on apologies. He’s more likely to do something nice for you thanapologize.
Once I’m loaded in the truck, Logan closes my door, and I watch him as he strolls to the otherside.
A breathless sigh rushes out of me as I study the broad set of his shoulders and the way those worn jeans hug his muscular thighs. He hasn’t shaved, and his jaw is covered in a golden scruff I want to rub against. And that smile he shoots me, the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes and looks a bit mischievous? I feel it all the way down to mytoes.
When he starts the truck, I flip on the radio and search for a good song. “Sorry that took so long. I wanted to see Tori’s dress, and we had to do my fittingtoo.”
“It’s fine. I didn’tmind.”
“She is going to be the most beautiful bride. I’m so excited for her and Ethan. They deserve to be happy after… everything.” He nods. If anyone knows what Ethan and Tori went through, it’s Logan. “I hope their big day isperfect.”
I tap the dash twice with my fist, and Logan rolls his eyes because he thinks I’m ridiculous for using plastic to ‘knock onwood.’
When we pull into Target, I sigh with delight. I might not have much money right now, but wandering through the aisles of this store always puts me in a goodmood.
We grab a cart, and I put on my no-nonsense hat. “Okay, what do we need? Did Tori give you alist?”
“Sorta.” He pulls out his phone, stares at what I’m assuming is the list, and then back at me. He opens his mouth but closes itagain.
“Lay it on me. If we split it up, we can get this done quickly and be home for the end of the Astros game.” I know he wants to watch it even if he hasn’t mentionedit.
And if I’m tickled pink by saying ‘home’ as though we live together, I’ll never admitit.
You’re only here for two weeks, Crazy Daisy. Don’t get carriedaway.
When he doesn’t say anything, I snatch his phone and study the list. My eyebrows go higher and higher with each item. “Tori wants us to get her tampons? Really? I mean, I don’t mind, but there’s light flow, medium, or heavy. Applicator or non-applicator. Scented orun—”
