Page 47 of Unmistakably Us

The look of indignation on Melody Thorne’s face was damn near comical.

“Now, why don’t you and your mute husband there, head on back to your hotel and I’ll let my girls know where you’re staying and if they want to talk to you, they will.”

Francis finally removed her hand from the other lady’s lips and grabbed the door, presumably to slam it in her face.

Not to be outdone, Melody struck the death blow, at least for Logan. “January, don’t forget we need to be at the bridal store at ten Monday morning. We have you all set up with a dress consultant.”

The shattering of glass and January’s gasp punctuated the statement, pretty much summing up what was happening inside Logan. Shards of glass were rapidly pumping through his blood stream, shredding his heart and slicing his veins to ribbons.

For the first time since this nightmare began, January dared to look at him. Her hands were thrown in front of her betraying lips, and her lying eyes begged forgiveness, but there was none to be had. Once again, Logan Chotkey wasn’t good enough. Even January was choosing someone else; not even becoming Logan Chapman had changed anything. He was still second choice and always would be.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Old demons rose from where he had recently buried them, and anger, red and all consuming, washed over him. Even when she recoiled at his fury, he didn’t try to rein it in.

For a man who never thought he could have it all or even deserve a portion of it, he had lost everything he had convinced himself he could live without…until Domino came dancing into his life and dragging January with her. It was actually the other way around, but to admit that, even to himself, would be fatal.

The door slammed, and January whispered his name, but it was all just noise to him. It meant nothing.

Nothing.

That was what he had and what he gave a shit about now…nothing.

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