To Hollis’s credit, he’s not the least bit abashed. I don’t think that dude is capable of feeling shame.
“Uh, enjoying the band?” Garrett asks her, as if we don’t all know she’d overheard us dissecting her sex life with Coach.
“They’re excellent,” she replies. “I loved that Arcade Fire cover.” She tucks the purse under her arm and takes a step back. “Anyway. Sorry to interrupt.”
Just before she goes, however, she leans closer to Hollis and murmurs something. So quietly I think I imagined it at first.
“He definitely fucks.”
Hollis’s jaw drops.
“But you didn’t hear that from me,” Iris calls over her shoulder, waltzing off in Coach’s direction.
“Told you,” Hunter says smugly.
17
Allie
“You really do look amazing.” I sidle up to the bride, touching her arm.
Sabrina looks over at me, her smile rueful. “Thanks. I feel like everyone is staring at me.”
“They are.” I grin. “I hate to inform you, but they’d be staring at you even if you weren’t wearing that dress. You’re hot.”
My gaze drifts across the room to where Dean is congregated with a dozen of his former teammates. The comments he’d made earlier about seeing me in a wedding dress are still troubling me. He knows that’s not something I want right now. Or at least he should know. I made it more than clear that marriage and babies aren’t on my agenda when we discussed it last year. But Dean is impulsive. He’s the kind of guy who might see Sabrina and Tucker basking in marital bliss and decide to spontaneously propose to me.
“What do you think they’re whispering about over there?” I nod toward the group of boys. Their conversation looks intense.
“Hockey, probably.” She takes a second to study them, then shakes her head. “No, they’re talking about sex.”
“Ha! How can you tell?”
“Fitzy’s face. He looks like he wants to wither away and die on the spot.”
I follow her gaze and laugh again. Yeah, Fitz does tend to get that pained look when he’s forced into conversations about topics he’d rather keep private. Usually it’s Hollis who drags him in. I shift my gaze. Yup, Mike Hollis seems to be doing the bulk of the talking, which is never good. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed his wife couldn’t make it tonight. I would’ve loved to meet the woman who married Mike Hollis. She either has the patience of a saint, or she’s as cuckoo bananas as he is. Summer used to live with her and claims it’s the latter.
“Have you seen Hannah?” I ask, searching the crowded ballroom. My best friend has been hard to find tonight. And she hasn’t been entirely herself since I arrived in Boston. When I was doing her makeup earlier, she was so distracted that at one point she forgot where we were going tonight.
“I think I saw her heading for the restrooms,” Sabrina says.
“Okay. I’m gonna track her down and try to get her onto the dance floor. Be right back.” I’m hoping I might be able to get Hannah to sing something too. I’m sure the band would be happy to let her, and I know Tucker would love it.
Outside the ballroom, I welcome the silence. A nice reprieve from the continuous hum of noise and buzz of voices at the reception. As I smooth out the hem of my dress, I catch a glimpse of Logan and Grace standing against a pillar in the wide lobby area. Canoodling, as gossip columnists would say. They haven’t spotted me yet, and I’m about to say hello when their voices carry in my direction. What I hear stops me short.
“Should we get outta here soon, Mrs. Logan?”
Um.
What?
“You’re never going to get tired of saying that, are you?” Grace is laughing.
“Never.” He smacks a kiss on her lips. “Mrs. Logan.”
Yup. Didn’t imagine it the first time.
I shoot forward like a rocket. “I’m sorry—but…WHAT?” My shocked voice echoes in the cavernous lobby.
They break apart guiltily as I march toward them. I move so fast, I nearly trip on my stilettos. I can’t function. Or think straight. My mouth keeps opening and closing as the implications settle.
“Why does he keep calling you that?” I ask Grace. “Oh my God. Did you guys—”
She cuts me off before I can finish. “Come! Let’s go powder our noses!” Then she grabs my arm and practically drags me away.
I glance over my shoulder to find Logan grinning sheepishly. He shrugs at me, then winks. That’s all I need. Holy shit. Holy shit.
“You guys got married?” I exclaim as we burst into the bathroom. Fortunately, it’s empty.
“No,” Grace says.
I narrow my eyes at her.
“Yes,” Grace says.
“Oh my God. How? When?”
Her light-brown eyes focus everywhere else but on me. She pretends to admire the stack of linen towels next to one of the ornate sinks.
“When?” I repeat.
“Over New Year’s,” she confesses.
“What!” I shriek. “You got married four months ago and didn’t tell anyone?” Something terrible then occurs to me. “Wait, does everyone else know and they’ve just kept it a secret from me and Dean?”