Page 6 of The Replacement Fiance

"Just don't forget me when you become famous."

I roll my eyes. "Logan, stop it. Be serious."

He clears his throat. "Will your sisters be there?"

I nod. "Yup. Emily will probably interrogate us about our... our engagement while Forrest will be his moody self which means he'll be minding his own business. Harper will most likely be taking pictures or filming everything so be ready always."

Logan frowns. "Will she post them online?"

"Usually, she does after much editing. But I can tell her not to include us. I can say that you're a very private person."

He laughs. "Good luck with that. Have you seen my brother's Instagram?"

"You mean your shop's account?"

"No," he replies. "Garrisonbros. Liam manages the account but I'm in it as the other 'bro.' It's nothing wild and crazy but it's where Liam documents our road trips, so me being a private person won't fly."

"But we can't let the engagement thing get out," I say. "I'll make sure to tell her that we don't want to announce it to the world just yet. Just to family."

"That should work."

"So what else do you know about me besides knowing I'm a florist?"

Logan clears his throat. "Since you're wearing my ring, I think you're beautiful and perfect."

"Logan, be serious."

"I am. We're engaged, remember? I'm supposed to be in love."

"I know that but I want to hear you tell me what else you know about me in case you end up saying something that's not true like… like I'm into heavy metal or something. Or that I can cook when I can't."

"You can't? Ah, man. Now I'm really disappointed."

I glare at him and he laughs before continuing.

"I know you like flowers or you wouldn't be a florist. You also like to wear dresses, most of all these pink and red sari skirts and complementary tops. Like a white blouse over a pink and red sari skirt." When he notices me looking at him quizzically, he adds, "I saw the sari skirt thing in one of Adriana's magazines." Adriana is Liam's girlfriend, a tattooed dark-haired gorgeous woman who works as a film editor when she's not keeping her eye on her boyfriend.

"Okay. You had me worried there for a second."

"And you like reading books. Real books, not those digital e-readers," he continues. "You borrow them from the library. I know because you leave them on your desk and I see the numbers on the spines, which tells me that you return them on time and not incur a late charge like I probably would. That's why I buy my books outright. It's cheaper in the long run compared to all the late charges I'd end up getting. Oh, and you also like patchouli."

"Patchouli?" I frown. "What makes you say that?"

"Because I smell it on you whenever you hand me my mother's flowers," he says. "I'm not saying it's bad or anything. It's faint and it's mixed with something else, another scent that follows right after it. Reminds me of the forest."

"Cedarwood."

"Yeah, that. And something minty."

"Spearmint." I bring my hand to my nose, smelling the inside of my wrist where I'd dabbed one of my mother's signature perfume blends this morning. I'm surprised that he managed to pick up on the cedarwood and spearmint essential oils my mother mixes together with patchouli. Not a lot of people do. "You have an amazing sense of smell, Logan. It's one of my mother's special blends that she makes for me."

He clears his throat. "Anyway, that's all I know about you. That and you're a fun person to be around."

"That's more than Cooper knows about me, so thanks." I don't know why the butterflies in my stomach are suddenly fluttering like crazy all because Logan Garrison knows that I like sari silk skirts, still borrow books from the library, and that I dab a patchouli blend on my skin. He's just observant.

"Okay, your turn," Logan says. "What do you know about me?"

I think for a few moments, not wanting to tell him how much I look forward to seeing him stop by the shop every Friday morning to pick up his mother's flowers or that I love how he smells of metal and exhaust whenever he leans over the counter to talk to me. Mingled with his sexy man smell, it's intoxicating.

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