Page 19 of The Runaway Bride's Vow

Logan moved to the other side of the island and leaned against it. “Do you want to put it in the oven to heat up?”

“Nah. I like cold pizza.” As he unwrapped the food, he asked, “So what’s the matter with you?”

Logan’s thoughts immediately turned to Brooke, and just as quickly he dismissed them. He wasn’t going to talk about her. “Nothing is the matter with me.”

Dylan stared at him for a moment, as though he were studying him. “Then why did you forget about our plans?”

“I… I have a lot on my mind.” The image of Brooke once again flashed in his mind.

“I see. This stuff that you have on your mind, is it what has you in a bad mood?”

“I’m not in a bad mood.” The denial came out much too quickly. He rubbed the back of his neck where the muscles were tight and beginning to give him a headache. “I don’t know why you think something has to be wrong.”

Dylan’s brows rose. “Well, if this is your good mood, I’d hate to get on your bad side.”

Logan subdued a groan of frustration. He might as well tell him because he’d just continue to pester him until he found out what was weighing on his mind. “It’s just that I have this huge project restoring an old wedding chapel. There’s a lot of pressure to get it done on time, and there’s this pushy woman that insists on showing up at the worksite every day.”

Dylan shrugged. “Tell her to back off. After all, this isn’t your first project.”

“I’ve tried to get her to leave, but she insists she wants to do some special project.”

“What sort of special project?”

“She didn’t seem to know. When I refused to give her anything to do, Henry decided to let her help him. I don’t know why he did that. When she smiled at him, he just lit up like some Christmas tree.”

Dylan’s eyes widened. “So, this woman is beautiful.”

Logan regretted his words. He couldn’t deny her beauty. Quite honestly, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and when she smiled, it was like the sun had come out from behind the clouds.

But he wasn’t about to admit that to Dylan, who would make something of it. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to deny her good looks. He settled for a nonchalant shrug.

“You like her!”

“Shh… You’re going to wake Kaylie.”

Dylan whispered, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Logan spoke in a normal voice. “She had a long day at the chapel.”

Dylan’s brows rose. “You took her with you?”

Logan explained about how Kaylie hadn’t felt well at preschool and how they’d sent her home.

“Wait,” Dyland said. “Are you telling me you worked and watched Kaylie yourself?”

“Um…” This is the part that he’d wanted to avoid discussing. “Not exactly.”

Dylan’s gaze narrowed. “So, who watched her while you worked?”

“Someone.”

“Does this someone have a name?”

Logan hesitated. “Her name is Brooke.”

“Is Brooke a new babysitter?”

“She’s not a babysitter. She’s the woman who is overseeing the renovations at the chapel.”

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