Page 63 of Pucking Fake

"Stop kissing her," Micah growls, his eyes narrowed on the two of them. I don't think he's mad, though. At least, I don't think he is. He stopped being pissed after…well, never mind. That's a long story.

"Yeah, stop kissing her," River says, smirking. "I want to hear what the fuck you actually said. Because I know damn well you didn't call some motherfucker a poop stain."

Archer responds by flipping them off.

"Give me my phone," I grumble to Logan while everyone is distracted.

"No." He taps my nose. "We're living our lives tonight, baby."

That's what he always says. We're living our lives. No matter how crazy things get, he just keeps saying it. And things have gotten crazy.

Montaque shared every word of my quote about my father. Reporters showed up en masse, trying to see what else I had to say. That lasted for about two days before some other woman came forward to admit that she's been having an affair with my father for the last three years.

A leopard doesn't change his spots.

And the press never stay gone for long.

They were right back on our doorstep once Alice helped Logan draft and release a statement about Lauren. It was not complimentary to Montaque. When they mentioned the reporter trying to gain access to release her private healthinformation, people were…shocked. They were equally as shocked to hear that he called a mental institution an insane asylum. It's been a long month for him, too.

Lauren followed up the statement by releasing a personal essay about living with schizophrenia. Her story is beautiful and tragic and so full of hope. If anyone doubted the kind of guy Logan is…well, there's no doubting him after reading what she had to say about him. I bawled like a freaking baby reading it.

Judging by most of the comments, I'm not the only one. He's going to have a whole new legion of fans in his corner soon. He deserves it. Honestly, I can't think of anyone more deserving. He's been her sword and her shield for so long. Now, he's mine too.

But he's doing it the right way this time. He's been talking to Emilia, working through his issues. It's helping. I think seeing the way most people are embracing Lauren has helped too. The world still isn't kind. There are still assholes. But it is kinder.

Men like him have made it that way. And men like him will keep making it that way. In the meantime, I'm telling off the people who are jerks. It doesn't really help, but it does make me feel better.

Logan just rolls with it, just like he does every other thing I do. It's one of the million things I love about him. I'm sure I'll find one million more. For the record, him stealing my phone is not one of them. That's just annoying.

"I'm borrowing this," I tell the team, reaching for the pitcher of beer as he tucks my phone into his pocket.

"Hell no," Jordan growls, snatching it off the table before I can reach it, making his fiancee, Sutton, laugh loudly. "I am not buying these assholes another round because Logan is pissing you off."

Everyone else cracks up.

"Give her back the phone," River demands, scowling at Logan. "If I have to wear beer tonight, I'm going to be pissed."

"Mm, I'd rather give her this instead," Logan says, holding something out in the palm of his hand.

I glance down at it and then gulp as everyone else at the table falls silent, staring intently at us.

"You're holding a ring, Logan."

"Yeah, baby."

"Why are you holding a ring?" I squeak, my heart slamming against my ribcage.

"We need popcorn for this shit," Diego mutters.

"Shut the fuck up, Diego," half the team growls in unison.

"You know why." Logan cups my cheek, forcing me to look at him. His gaze tangles with mine, deep and fathomless. So damn full of love it's overwhelming. "I told you last time I asked that you'd say yes the next time. Don't make a liar out of me. You know how much you hate when I lie."

A shocked laugh rips from my lips. "Are you seriously trying to manipulate me into saying yes?"

"If you aren't willing to play dirty, are you even playing, angel?" He smirks at me, humor dancing through his eyes. "What do you say? You going to make an honest man out of me, or are you turning me into a liar?"

I briefly consider teasing him. It's what I always do—tease him. Torture him. Drive him nuts. We're fire and ice, push and pull. It's part of what's so damn good between us. But that doesn't feel right this time. This time…there's only one word that feels right.

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