Needing Happily Ever After - Elena Aitken Page 0,48

herself and the whole idea that she was in charge of a wedding business. Because even after the last month, it still struck her as hilarious. But that didn’t matter, because whether she believed in the whole thing or not, it turned out that she was actually pretty good at it. After all, she’d pulled off Katie and Damon’s big day, small as it was, all by herself.

Faith’s eyes scanned the room and landed on Logan, who was carefully trying to extricate himself from a wedding guest who’d clearly had a little too much to drink and was trying to get Logan to dance with her. As if he could sense her watching him, Logan looked up and met her eyes across the room with an unspoken plea.

She couldn’t help but chuckle. But despite the fact that he pushed all of her buttons, she couldn’t bring herself to leave him in the situation. In truth, he’d actually been quite helpful with not only this wedding, which had gone off perfectly so far, but with pretty much all of them since Hope and Levi left. Except maybe his sister’s. Ultimately, he’d shown up to give her away, which was arguably the best thing he could have done. So, even though he’d been pretty adamant about not being involved, he wasn’t as stubborn as he would have led her to believe.

So technically, maybe Faith kind of owed him. Besides, he hadn’t been so bad lately.

Faith tucked her clipboard onto a shelf just inside the kitchen door, straightened her pencil skirt and, with a slight shake of her head, crossed the room to help Logan out of his predicament.

“Come on.” The wedding guest, a cute brunette with a very low-cut gold dress, tugged on Logan’s arm as Faith walked up. “Just one dance. You won’t get in trouble.”

“Oh, but he will,” Faith said smoothly. Not missing a beat, she slid her hand over Logan’s back and pulled him into her. “Because he’s my boyfriend, and I have this weird jealousy about him dancing with other women. I’m sure you understand.” She spoke as sweetly as she could, with a gentle smile to the other woman, who clearly wasn’t used to being turned down.

Almost immediately, the woman dropped her hands from Logan’s arm and crossed them over her chest. “You didn’t say you had a girlfriend.” She stuck her chin up in defiance.

Logan gave both women an apologetic look, but it wasn’t enough for the spurned woman.

“How long have the two of you been together then?”

Faith was not ready for a challenge. She shook her head, ready to tell the guest exactly what she thought about her advances on Logan. Either that, or leave the man to figure his own way out of the situation that no doubt he’d had some part in. Faith knew enough about Logan to know that he was a merciless flirt, although she also knew he’d never mess with a guest, no matter how cute she was, or how low-cut her dress was.

“It’s still pretty new,” Logan answered smoothly right as Faith was about to say something that no doubt would have gotten her in trouble. “We’re still trying to figure a few things out.”

To her surprise, he pulled her close to him and draped his arm heavy over her shoulders. It was the last thing she wanted, but a completely unexpected shot of desire went through her at his touch.

Well, maybe it wasn’t completely unexpected. Or really unexpected at all. A little more every day, her annoyance with Logan was turning into something a little bit more, despite the fervor she’d used to tell herself otherwise.

The woman seemed to accept that as enough of an explanation, and with a final humph in their direction, she turned and somewhat unsteadily walked away to find someone else to get out on the dance floor.

“It’s pretty new, is it?” Faith turned but Logan didn’t remove his arm; he simply let it slide around her as she moved, so they were still in a sort of embrace.

“Hey,” he said with a small grin, his gaze fixed steadily on hers. “You’re the one who called me your boyfriend, which is funny because I didn’t think you went in for that kind of thing.”

“Boyfriends?” She shook her head. “I don’t.”

“Hmmm.”

“What does that mean?”

Logan brought his other hand up and brushed a strand of hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear. The move was so unexpected and intimate, that Faith immediately stiffened.

“Hey.” Logan’s