Wild Girl (Wild Men Texas #3) - Melissa Belle Page 0,44
the corner.
That is the absolute last way I ever planned to tell Macey I loved her.
And it is the absolute worst way I could have done it, spontaneously shouting it at her and then fleeing. Nice, Logan. Just fucking perfect.
The minute I round the cypress tree, I smack into Gigi.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I gesture her to follow me as I walk clear across the property to the front of Brick’s.
She stares at me with big eyes. “Are you backing out?”
“Why do you say that?”
“I heard what you said to her.” Her voice is quiet. “That you love her. That’s the first time you’ve told her, right?”
I look her in the eyes. “I’m not backing out of this. Okay? But I am moving things around.”
“What do you mean?”
“No wedding in Darcy. Just Florida. ASAP.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s what I need.”
I can’t see Macey again before the wedding. If I do, no way in hell will I be able to go through with it. And if I can just get out of the state, maybe I can avoid her.
“What will we tell my parents?” Gigi’s asking me.
“Tell them we can’t sit through two weddings and that we need to get to Florida right away. Tell them whatever will work.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Macey
When I get up in the morning and can’t stop thinking about Logan, I head into town. I don’t stop moving until I reach Dr. Spellman’s office. She’s available, and she invites me inside.
I throw my limp, exhausted body onto her lavender couch and start rambling. “I haven’t slept all night. I could barely eat breakfast. Last night was Logan and Gigi’s pre-wedding barbecue, and Logan confessed something big to me. I mean it was—big—this confession.”
“What’s your question?” Liza shuffles the card deck rapidly behind my head.
“I want to know what the fuc—sorry—I want to know what the heck he was doing telling me something like that right before his wedding to somebody else. What am I supposed to do about it? Does he want me to do something about it? I mean, his wedding’s tonight!”
I look over. Four cards are spread out on the table in front of Liza.
“The spirit guides tell me what cards to use. My hand just follows their guidance.” Liza scans the cards. “Addiction greatly affected your childhood, and because of that, you have a great fear of becoming codependent and leaning on somebody else.”
“I suppose my father’s drinking kind of made me think all love would fail. And Mama just couldn’t live without him, which was an addiction in itself.”
“Very painful indeed.” Liza looks at the second card. “But right now, you feel the stinging pain of being separated from your partner.”
“Logan and I were never partners.”
“You were husband and wife.”
“Not really. Not in truth.” I raise my eyebrows at her. “Let’s not confuse me even more, please.”
“Are you lying to yourself?” She picks up the third card. “Your closest circle of comrades wants to help you if you are willing to accept their support. They may know better than you in this case.”
“I don’t think I should have come here.” I stand up.
“Your future card is the wedding card.”
My legs go so weak I nearly fall backward as I sink down into the couch again.
“Logan’s wedding. It’s definitely going to happen tonight. Ben was wrong.”
Liza’s watery eyes grow focused and ever-present as she narrows them at me and fixes me in place. “You need to get clear on what your heart truly wants. The spirit guides cannot help you if you don’t tell them what you need. They won’t interfere with free will.”
I stand up and head for her door.
“Did you hear me? Get clear with yourself, Ms. Henwood! Stop shutting your ears to your own soul.”
Yes, I heard.
I don’t say anything back to her, but I’ve heard her. And the answer is—
I want Logan Wild.
Physically—God, yes, I want him. But I need him emotionally, too, and spiritually.
I want him for myself. Not in a competitive, stab-Gigi’s-eyes-out way, but an I-love-him way and I think we belong together.
Because I remember our first meeting.
And our first kiss.
Our first time together.
Our first everything because we’ve shared it all.
I remember all of it. And the only thing I’d take back is my utter blindness to my own emotions and my stubborn refusal to plant my feet on the ground and live the life I was given.
I run like a maniac down Main Street, not stopping until I’m gasping for breath outside Logan’s cottage. His wedding’s set for