Page 100 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

“We’ll worry about that later,” Kat says. “Also, Logan, Candace Kross will be here—also known as Farmville model, if you don’t remember from your string of horrible dates. I don’t think she’ll be a problem, but I just didn’t want you shocked.”

“Who the hell is she here with?”

“She was just listed as a date for someone who knew someone. I don’t ask questions I don’t want answers to.”

Okay. That’s fine. We went on one date, and I barely talked to her. “Anything else?”

Kat looks at her iPad and shakes her head. “I think that’s it. Just remember, you two are married. You’re happy. You hold hands and smile and kiss if you want. Which, I’m guessing by events of the last week, won’t be hard.”

I sneak a look at Maeve, whose cheeks are as red as her dress.

“Maeve, if Josh or the wannabe mom from theParent Trapsay anything to you, nod and move on. If they try to cause a scene, call me, and they’ll be out of here faster than she was out of that shitty reality show.”

Maeve stands up and goes over to hug Kat. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she says, patting Maeve on the back. “Now I’m going to go and get ready and say a thousand prayers to nonexistent gods and Lady Gaga for a smooth night.”

“Relax, Kat,” I say, shooing her away so I can steal one more minute with Maeve. “It’s just a party. What could go wrong?”

“Bloody hell…is this the same place?”

I’ve had a front-row seat for the past month to watch Maeve turn my once empty, all-white house into a home. But looking at it tonight? With every inch decorated to perfection? It’s like I’m seeing it for the first time.

Greens, whites, and golds, with subtle touches of reds, are sparkling through the foyer and down the hallways. There isn’t an inch of the staircase that isn’t covered in lit garland, accented with white and gold poinsettias. The tree that’s in the corner is at least twenty-feet tall, and I don’t know who Maeve hired to decorate it, or what kind of ladder she used if she did it herself, but it could be featured in a magazine spread.

In fact, this whole house could be.

Oh…I should make a phone call.

I wanted to make an entrance with Maeve, but she insisted on going downstairs before me, wanting to make sure every piece of decor was perfect before guests started arriving. Which is why I find her at the bottom of the steps, toying with a ribbon on one of the numerous trees in the foyer.

“Gorgeous,” I whisper, slowly putting my hands on her hips. She jumps slightly, then quickly relaxes into my touch. “And the tree is lovely too.”

She slowly turns toward me, and the only reason my knees don’t give out is the hold I have on her. I know I saw her justmoments ago, but that doesn’t mean she’s any less stunning. Maeve wears makeup daily, but something about tonight makes her look even more beautiful than she already is. She’s wearing a red lip that is sending a straight shot to my cock. Her eyes have some sort of smoky look to them. And her cheeks are sparkling and rosy, and not from the blush that gives her away.

She’s magnificent in every sense of the word.

Her hands travel up my chest as she lazily, and unnecessarily, fixes the lapels of my deep green tuxedo jacket. “So this is it, huh?”

I smile and take her wrists into mine. “The official debut of Mr. and Mrs. Logan Matthews.”

We both look to the entryway as a host of people start entering. The sound of Christmas music from the quartet Kat hired starts playing from a nearby room, and servers are bustling around, offering guests hors d’oeuvres and champagne.

“We can do this,” she says, and I don’t know if that’s to herself or me, but we could probably both use the reminder.

“We’re just going to be ourselves,” I say. “Talk to people. Mingle. And if people ask why we got married seemingly overnight?”

“We say ‘when it’s right, it’s right.’”

“And then if it becomes too much?”

“We find each other. And go find the calm in the chaos.”

I smile and press my lips to her forehead. “That we do.”

I take Maeve’s hand and lead her toward the door, stopping to say hello to people as they come in. Of course, I introduce Maeve to everyone, making sure they know that not only is she my beautiful wife, but also the ultra-talented designer who’s responsible for my new Nashville residence.

As I figured she would be, Maeve is a pro. She’s talking with everyone she meets, doing a good mix of small talk while also getting to know people. She’s even networking a bit. I think Ioverheard her talking to one of my board member’s wives about redecorating their vacation home in the Hamptons.

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