Page 87 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

“I have a lot of money, and some of them think they deserve a portion of it.”

“Do they?” Logan asked.

“My late husband told me to give it all to charity just to cause drama.”

“I can’t decide if that’s mean or what,” I said.

“I’m not sure either, which is why I haven’t made a decision.” She glanced at me. “Do you want it?”

Logan and I shared a quick look, and his expression held the same conclusion that mine did. This had to be a test.

“No thanks,” I said as I shifted the napkin again. “I wouldn’t want to end up the subject of a documentary about an innocent woman who was murdered by your descendants so they could get their inheritance back.”

“You catch on quick.” Greta chuckled.

Then Kyle stood with the microphone raised to his lips. “Guys, we’re up.”

I thought Logan might groan, but instead, he looked around as he got to his feet. “Where’s William? He’s not getting out of this.”

“Over there.” Greta pointed.

“Ah.” Logan leaned down and kissed my cheek. “See you in a few. Don’t stare at me too much.”

The soft, quick contact brought my insides to life, and I let out a sigh as he walked away.

“Has he proposed yet?” Greta asked.

“No.” I turned to meet her knowing gaze. “But he told me he loved me.”

A wide smile split her face. “Atta boy.” Then her expression fell. “Why isshecoming this way?”

I looked over my shoulder and found Courtney headed right for us. Her dress was slightly more modest than the night before, but the front still plunged almost to her naval. I hadn’t noticed how tan she was until I’d seen her in the cream gown.

I’d done my best to forget our discussion in the bathroom. Why she cared about what Logan and I did was beyond me. It was none of her business, and if she brought it up again, I vowed to walk away.

“Mind if I sit, Great-Aunt Greta?”

“Knock yourself out.” The old woman waved a hand.

Courtney settled in, and I could feel her gaze on me, but I was spared small talk by Kyle, who got all the men in their places then waved for the music to start.

Kyle stood in the middle of the dance floor, along with a handful of his close friends and his brother. The others were scattered around the edges of the area, all facing the bride.

Bollywood wasn’t my thing, but the upbeat music caught my attention, and I smiled when the actual choreography started.

Naturally, my gaze riveted onto Logan, and I laughed watching him and William go through the moves. William had more ability than I’d expected. Logan, on the other hand, was much better at ballroom-style dancing than this.

“Your man could use some work,” Greta said.

“Agreed.”

“He’s never been much of a modern dancer,” Courtney said.

I ignored her and let my gaze travel around the room. Natalie was on her feet, moving around like she was trying to figure out the steps as the guys did them. If someone could have bottled and sold the joy on her face, they would never have to worry about money again.

Other wives, including Hannah, were laughing hysterically. Some were watching with looks that told me there might be more dancing in their husbands’ futures. Most of the men, including my dad and brother-in-law, did a good job. The guys with Kyle had obviously been practicing this for a while.

“This is a tradition for your family?” Courtney asked.

---