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I grunted. “It will make a scintillating dinner conversation.” I took her hand as I thought of what Mac had said before I’d left the station. “What would you say about having company?”

Chapter

Thirty

BRIDGETTE

Icould admit I was a bit nervous to be meeting Mac’s wife. I’d built her up in my head to be some formidable woman. When Logan asked about having them join us at the bar for dinner, I asked questions, of course. I wanted to know what to expect. All he’d really said was that she’d insisted on meeting me, but that she was a sweet woman and a great cook.Why that simple description would send me into an internal freak out, I had no idea.

Mac and his wife were already at the bar waiting for us when we pulled up in Logan’s truck, which I hadn’t even known was parked at the shop. I was relieved to see it. I figured that, in my condition, it was probably wise not to ride on a motorcycle. I needed to figure out a way to tell Logan after the mess with the killer was dealt with. Hell, I had a lot of people I needed to tell who were probably going to be livid I hadn’t spilled the news immediately.

Logan told me to sit and wait. I decided to graciously sit and wait as he walked around the hood of the large black truck. When he opened the door and offered his hand, I grinned at him.

“Why, thank you, kind sir.”

“Cute,” he grinned down at me, then gave me a swift kiss on the lips. “Ready?”

I nodded. “Do you think she’ll like me?”

He side-eyed me as we walked up to the door. “Babe, what isn’t there to like?”

I squeezed his hand. “Good answer.”

When we walked inside, Logan received the same treatment as last time, and he waved back while calling out a hello to the crowd. He led us over toward the same table we’d sat at before to see Mac and a pretty brunette with big blue eyes and an even bigger smile waiting for us there with drinks already in hand.

Logan pulled out the chair for me, and I could see Mac’s wife watching closely. Then, she nodded to herself as if in approval as Logan helped me scoot the chair in before taking his own.

Before anyone could begin the introductions, Mac’s wife stuck her hand out across the table. “You must be Bridgette. I’m Bobbi Jo. My real name is Barbara JoAnn, but it’s such a mouthful that everyone except my mother has been calling me Bobbi Jo since I was born.” She said all that without even taking a breath, her sweet southern accent as thick as buttermilk pie. “You’re so pretty! I absolutely adore your hair. Doesn’t she have beautiful hair, Logan Storm?”

She turned her sharp blue eyes to Logan, who was grinning widely. “Her hair is gorgeous, Bobbi Jo.”

She nodded her head again with a small smile playing across her lips.

“Bobbi Jo here has been dying to meet you ever since I told her that Logan found himself a new woman,” Mac interjected.

“I knew right from the start that Kristy girl was no good for Logan.” Bobbi Jo waved a hand, her wedding ring flashing under the lights.

“Bobbi Jo,” Mac said in warning, though he looked at his wife with an indulgent smile.

“I know, I know. I won’t talk bad about the woman,” she replied, then looked back at me. “What do you think about marriage and babies?”

I choked on a startled laugh and turned to look for Charlene, needing some water while wishing I could ask for something stronger. Bobbi Jo was sweet, I could tell. She was also intense and didn’t mince words. I sighed with relief when I saw Charlene walking over. Grateful for the short reprieve, I smiled up at her.

“Hey, Charlene. It’s good to see you again.”

Her shrewd gaze took me in as she smiled at me. “Bridgette, you look great. Glad you brought Storm back in so soon. Usually, we don’t see him twice in one month.”

“I love the burgers here,” I laughed. “I think I might be forcing him to come in a little more often.”

“Good,” she replied with a wink. “Since I already know what you want, does anyone else want something different?”

Everyone seemed to be of the same mind as me, all ordering their own burger and fries, with Bobbi Jo getting sweet potato fries instead. Just thinking about the food coming up had my mouth watering.

“Be right back, everyone.” Charlene turned to Logan and put her hand on his shoulder in a little pat. “I’ll bring you a beer, yeah?”

“That’d be great. Thanks, Char.”

With a nod, she was gone, and I was left to face the firing squad again. I looked at Bobbi Jo, who was sitting there with an expectant expression. Internally, I sighed, knowing I wouldn’t get out of her interrogation. “I never gave marriage and babies much thought, to be honest,” I admitted. “I, uh,” I glanced at Logan, who gave me a sympathetic smile, but didn’t jump in to help save me. The ass. “Kind of had poor role models of mengrowing up, so I had pretty much sworn off all men. Until Logan walked in asking me about murder.”

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