around him or show any interest in being close. This shouldn’t have made me happy but it did. Nearly as happy as I felt yesterday when I overheard Lauren telling Addy she hadn’t fucked the asshole yet. Of course, Lauren hadn’t used those words, but had said that she wasn’t ready to “go there” with the man she’d been dating for three months. Proving irrefutably that Guy was a total shmuck.
“Thanks for coming.” Drake gave me a bone-jarring pound on the back and I barely contained my wince.
“Wouldn’t miss it, brother. Been waiting a while for you to make it official.”
“Right.” Drake chuckled. “We all know you think love’s bullshit. But I’m telling you, when you meet the right woman she’ll make you a believer.”
It wasn’t that I thought love was bullshit. Okay, I did, before I saw Carter with Delaney. I still had my doubts, then I watched Hadley Walker work some sort of voodoo magic and turn Brady into a love-sick puppy. After that, I came to realize that there were people in the world who had the capacity to love. Real and true love, but it was rare. And even though Drake had found it with Liberty and Trey with Addy and fuckin’ Luke of all people with Shiloh, I still knew with a hundred percent certainty that I was not one of those people who could love.
“I think Liberty makes you happy, but more importantly you make her happy. Which is a damn good thing, brother. Her dad and uncles would have no issues putting your ass down, you fell down on that particular job.”
“No chance of that happening. Dinner will be served in about an hour. You’re staying, right?”
“Of course I am. Don’t be a dick.”
“Lauren’s—”
“Not mine. Will never be mine. And I don’t want her to be mine,” I quickly interrupted.
Drake gave me a look that told me he didn’t believe me. Seeing as it was his wedding day and his wife would be unhappy if I busted his lip, I didn’t call him on the look. I should’ve been used to Drake, Trey, Matt, Carter, Luke, and even fuckin’ Dylan giving me that same look at least once a day since Lauren started dating her boyfriend.
Fuck. Even the word gave me hives.
“I’m going to find my wife,” Drake beamed.
And with another pound on my back, Drake did just that; he left to find his wife.
Fucking hell.
They were dropping like flies.
Matt would be next. He seemed to be determined to find a woman.
I felt her presence before I heard her sweet voice.
“Two Millers, please.”
I did another scan of the crowd and found Guy lounging back in a seat, his eyes glued onto Quinn’s ass as she bent to talk to her niece, Emma. If Brice caught the fucktard eyein’ his woman’s ass like that Guy would be blind.
“Idiot,” I mumbled.
“What?”
I turned to find Lauren staring at me.
“Your boy, he’s an idiot.”
“Why are you always such a jerk?” she asked.
She sounded genuinely perplexed, like she really wanted to hear my answer. Maybe even cared what my answer was.
“Why is it you’re up getting drinks and your boy’s sitting his ass down?”
“Stop calling him that, Logan, he’s not a boy,” she seethed.
I took a step closer and fuck me, the little spitfire stood taller and squared her shoulders.
“A man doesn’t let his woman get her own drink and he sure as fuck doesn’t let her get his. He makes sure her ass is sitting and enjoying herself then he goes and gets her a drink. A man doesn’t check out another man’s woman. And a fucking man doesn’t let weeks turn into months before he makes a woman his.”
Lauren huffed out a humorless laugh.
“Funny, you talk a big game. You talk like you know how a man behaves. Yet you have no clue.”
I closed the remaining space between us, tilted my head down so my mouth was inches away from her ear. I inhaled her fresh scent then I promised, “Sweetness, I guaran-damn-tee I’d have you beggin’ to be mine before the night was up and I wouldn’t be wasting a second of it talking a big game. You know it and I know it, so don’t give me shit about not having a clue.”
I’d miscalculated my play.
I’d gotten too close.
I felt Lauren shudder, and when she sucked in a lungful of oxygen her chest expanded, and at the same time she pressed her chest against mine, got up on her toes, and hissed:
“Prove it.”
With that, she nabbed two cold Millers off the bar and strutted her ass back to her date.
I watched the sway of her hips, not feeling a twinge of remorse.
I also did this with my heart pounding in my chest, my blood burning through my veins, and my skin electrified.
If there was ever a woman I would prove anything to it would be Lauren.
If there was ever a woman who could make me a believer it would also be Lauren.
But being the son of a man who religiously beat his wife and children, being the son of a woman who had been forced to kill her children’s father, I knew better than to let my guard down. I knew he was in me. My hand automatically went to the scar on my stomach and as it happened every time I saw what my father had done to me, I remembered I wasn’t meant to have a family.
I had to find a way to let her go. I had to stop taunting her, and in doing so torturing myself.
Lauren Saunders was everything I could never have.
She was the type of woman who would dig her claws in until I was in so deep I’d never let her go.
Then my demons would rear up and ruin her.
It was time I faced the truth—I couldn’t be trusted. Not with something as precious and beautiful as Lauren.
Up next…Lauren and Logan. A man who doesn’t believe he can love and woman who’s looking for forever.
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