Page 7 of The Replacement Fiance

"You have a brother who looks exactly like you except that he's got tattoos all over and he wears his hair slightly longer than you do. You love working on motorcycles and going on long rides with your buddies."

"And?"

"You and your brother often restore cars and motorcycles owned by Hollywood actors."

He glances at me with a raised eyebrow. "Everyone knows that from our social media accounts, Mariah. Anything else?"

Should I tell him that he's got the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen and a mischievous smile that makes me wish my car had more things wrong with it so I can bring it to their shop more often? And that includes my two work vans, too. Too bad the brothers keep them all in excellent shape which means I can't bring them in more often than I have to.

"You're originally from Mount Baldy before your parents moved to Culver City because your mother got a teaching job in Santa Monica and your dad opened a repair shop in Culver City." I pause. "Did I miss anything?"

"A lot."

"Alright, help me out then," I say.

"What's my favorite food?"

"I don't know."

"Pizza."

"What toppings do you like?"

"What else? Pepperoni and sausage," he replies. "What about you? What do you like on your pizza?"

"Pineapple."

Logan groans. "Ugh. I can't believe it."

"Believe what?"

"That you, of all people, like pineapple with your pizza. It's blasphemy."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not. It tastes great, actually. You should try it."

"No, it doesn't. And I won't."

I roll my eyes, laughing. We can keep at this all the way to Sacramento unless one of us stops it. "Anyway, maybe we should get back on the road?"

He nods, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Great idea."

"What time do you think we'll get to Sac?"

"At this rate, with the traffic, probably after one," he replies, glancing at his watch. "Why?"

"I was wondering if we could stop by Sacramento Airport."

The smile on Logan's face disappears, his smooth brow replaced with a furrow. "Why?"

"What if Cooper did make it onto a flight after all?"

"Didn't he text you that he wasn't going to make it? Didn't you let him know?"

I shake my head. "Not since he called me when I was at your shop. And I did let him know about the change of plans but I haven't heard from him."

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