Page 13 of Fighting Happily Ever After

“Hey,” Sarah said. “I get it. I do. If you guys host this wedding, it will be massive. For everyone. I have to say, you and Logan…you two really are good together.”

Faith stiffened. “What do you mean?”

Her friend laughed and shook her head. “It’s a compliment, Faith. You two are really good together. You always have been, but now…it’s different. You work so well together and you both complement the other one…I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like…just perfect. I’m really happy the two of you could finally see it, too. It’s nice.”

Nice.

Before Faith could think of how to respond, the subject of their discussion called out from somewhere behind them. “Let’s stop for lunch soon.”

Faith waved in response and navigated her kayak toward the riverbank, and a spit of land that would be perfect to stop and have a picnic on.

She was still mulling over her friend’s words as they all hauled their boats up on the shore and Sarah pulled out a cooler full of a delicious lunch Brody had packed for them.Nice.It was nice to be with Logan. Annoying and kind of a pain in the ass, but even she had to admit, as the summer wore on and they spent more and more of their time together, it was kind of nice to see him every day and know that when she got out there, he’d already be working on something in the barn. There was always another set of hands to help out, and his cocky smile was ever present. Never mind the way his presence made her stomach flip whenever he was near. Was thatnice?It was something.

“Hey, babe.” Logan sat on the rock next to her and wrapped his arm around her. Before she knew what was happening, he cupped her chin and pulled her in for a long, slow kiss. “I missed you.” He grinned. “Have you been avoiding me today?”

Faith shook her head, a little stunned by the impromptu kiss, but then again, Logan was better at this pretending than she was. She shouldn’t be surprised. Still, nothing about that kiss felt pretend. “I’ve been leading the float,” she said in response. “How are things at the back of the pack?”

Logan leaned in again and kissed her cheek, using the opportunity to whisper in her ear. “Damon’s been asking questions, so I wanted to make sure he knew exactly how serious the two of us are.”

Ah. Right. She could play at that game, too.

She lowered her eyelids and turned to him so his lips were only inches from hers. “Oh, we’re serious, all right.” It was her turn to kiss him, and she didn’t waste the opportunity. Aware now that they no doubt had an audience, Faith kissed him with as much passion as was appropriate considering there was a child nearby. Logan moaned against her lips and pulled her closer, so she was pressed up against his chest as much as possible considering the rocks they used as seats. She could feel the heat of him through her T-shirt, and she was thankful for even the thin cloth between them; her kiss had definitely unintended consequences, mostly that she was glad they did in fact have an audience, because the way Logan kissed her back was leaving her breathless and wanting more.

“Enough already!” Damon yelled. “There are children present.”

Faith heard Stephanie giggle and then once again gush about how perfect they were as a couple. She didn’t know about that, but more and more Faith was starting to think that pretend or not, there was absolutely a heat between them that couldn’t be ignored. At least, it couldn’t be ignored forever. And more to the point, she wasn’t sure she wanted to keep ignoring it.

ChapterSix

It was a fun day,but a long one, and by the time Logan had put the kayaks away, showered, and returned to the barn to finish setting up for the wedding the next day, even he was starting to regret his idea of taking the day off. There really was a lot of work to do. So much, in fact, that Faith had opted to skip her shower altogether and head straight to the barn.

Logan didn’t fool himself into thinking that his presence had something to do with her decision. She’d been a little on edge since they’d stopped for lunch on the river and she’d kissed him. And holy shit, had that ever been a kiss. If they’d been alone, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to be held responsible for his actions that without a doubt would have included throwing her over his shoulder and finding the nearest bed, or bed-like surface, so he could show her exactly what the taste of her on his lips did to him.

And he knew she’d felt the same. How could she not? Logan wasn’t an inexperienced newbie. He knew when a woman was into him. He could feel it, and every single thing about the way Faith felt, screamed at him that she was just as into him as he was into her.

Fuck.

He was quickly becoming bored of the whole idea of a bet. Win or lose, the only thing he wanted out of the next few weeks was Faith. Of that much he was certain.

Before he’d left the house to return to the barn, he’d pulled together a few quick sandwiches and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. After working with her for the summer, he’d noticed that Faith had a bad habit of not eating. It was probably because she was such a terrible cook, but still, the woman worked her ass off and it was going to be a long night. If she didn’t fuel herself properly, it could end badly.

She was ironing tablecloths when Logan found her. They’d planned to get the tables set before they took the day off, but a last-minute change by the bride meant they needed to wash and press all of the pink-peony tablecloths instead of the white that they’d planned to use.

“Only fifteen left to go,” Faith said with a groan when she saw him. “I knew we shouldn’t have gone today. We have so much to—”

“Hey.” Logan put his makeshift picnic on a nearby table that was still empty. “It was worth it. And sometimes we need to remember to have a little fun, right?”

To his surprise, she smiled a little in agreement. “It was fun,” she admitted. “It’s been way too long since I’ve done that.”

“We should do it more.”

We.

He caught himself a moment too late, but she’d noticed his slip.We.

Thankfully, she didn’t say anything, but only smiled and shrugged, turning back to the tablecloth she was working on. “If you’d asked me four months ago if I’d ever be ironing dozens of tablecloths on a Friday night, I would have laughed in your face.” She chuckled and shook her head. “It’s crazy how things work out sometimes.”

He watched her out of the side of his eye while he poured her a cup of coffee. “For the best?”

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