Page 70 of Her Fantasy Husband

It hurt. But she loved him, so if this was what he wanted, she would set him free.

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Logan looked rough, worse than rough, and Vito was no better.

So Josh wasn’t the only one having a hard time with his life changing vow, regretting the decision he had made while floating in that lifeboat, drinking far too much scotch and trying to forget his leg hurt like a bitch and that they’d just come an inch from death

Hell, he’d felt better then than he did right now.

Why the fuck had he decided he needed to get laid? He couldn’t remember.

The thing was, facing death had a way of changing a man, making him think about how things could be different. But he’d been in pain, half-drunk…how was his brain expected to work the way it should at a time like that? How could he rely on the decisions he made being the right ones? The sensible ones?

Go get laid, he’d thought. How complicated could that be?

They were sitting in a booth in the VIP section of Logan’s nightclub. The place was crawling with gorgeous women. They kept up a constant stream, passing close to the table, their smiles making it more than clear they’d welcome an invitation to join the three of them. And he’d bet they’d all be more than willing to engage in a little no-strings fun afterward.

And he couldn’t even begin to imagine it.

And it wasn’t because he was married.

Well, in a way it was. It was because he couldn’t get his wife out of his head.

She loved him.

She hadn’t admitted it.

He’d phoned Jean again just to check. She’d told him Lexi was home and she was fine. She’d also gone on to tell him that he was a bastard, and he should leave Lexi alone.

Hell, wasn’t that what he was trying to do?

The right thing. Because he was no damn good for her.

He glared at the other two men. This was their fault. “Things to do before you die…whose fucking idea was that, anyway?” he said, throwing back the whiskey and slamming his glass down on the table. Logan reached across and filled it from the bottle in front of him and topped off his own at the same time. Vito’s was still full.

“I think it was yours,” Logan said.

Had it been? He tried to remember back through the whiskey haze already buzzing in his head. “Never. Not in a million years would I have put myself in this situation. Besides, I had a broken leg at the time. Why would the two of you listen to a man who was in pain and obviously not thinking straight?”

“I take it things are not going well with your…wife?”

“Things are going shit. And I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to drink.”

“How about you?” Logan asked Vito.

“I’m not drinking. I have a gut feeling that drunk, I will make a decision that I will later regret. So I’m staying sober.”

Josh eyed up Logan. “Give us some good news. How’s your fantasy girl?” Logan had gone hunting for some one-night stand he’d had eleven years ago. He’d found her, together with the ten-year-old daughter Logan had known nothing about. “Is she everything you dreamed of?”

Logan was silent for a moment; he didn’t look like a man who had found the woman of his dreams. He drained his glass and exhaled. “Nothing like I remembered.”

“Sorry, mate.”

Fantasies were merely fabrication. Look at him and Lexi. She’d admitted he was her fantasy husband, and she hadn’t even known him. How could it be based on real life? If she spent more time with him, she’d soon find he wasn’t anyone’s dream husband. More like a nightmare.

Logan shrugged. “Some things should be left alone.”

“You get laid yet?” Vito asked.

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