Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [11]
She stared at her dad in amazement. “No way. And since when have you ever noticed a guy looking at me? You’re usually totally off in your own world. You’d forget to eat dinner if I didn’t set up that automated program to call and remind you.”
“I know, I know. But there’s something different about Logan.”
“He’s a cop.”
“That’s not it. I’ve come in contact with plenty of police officers over the years in the course of the business. No, it’s something else.”
“If you tell me it’s chemistry, I’m going to have to do something drastic to you. Buddy already tried that line and it didn’t fly.”
“So Buddy noticed it too. Interesting.”
“There’s nothing to notice,” she said.
“You were certainly fast to confront him before any of us could.”
“I’m the maid of honor. Part of my job is to prevent brash Chicago cops from messing things up.”
“So you think he’s brash?”
“That’s just my opinion. And I’ve only just met him.”
“But he’s made an impression.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“He’s watching us now even though he’s trying to hide it.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “How can you tell?”
“I might be in charge of the numbers end of the business but I have picked up a thing or two about investigative and surveillance techniques.”
Megan changed the subject because focusing on Logan was proving to be too distracting. “You don’t think Faith suspects what’s going on with Gram and Buddy, do you?”
“I think Caine can keep her distracted,” her dad said.
He was right. Faith was glowing as the bridal party sat at the head table for dinner. Megan kept her toast sweet and short. Buddy did the same.
During the meal, Megan kept a close eye on Logan, who was seated beside Gram. There were only a little over two dozen people, including the wedding party, so it was impossible to completely avoid someone.
Had Gram shown any sign of stress, Megan would have jumped out of her chair in a second. But instead Logan showed an empathetic side as he spoke to her, which Megan found surprising and completely endearing.
Oh no, there was that word again. Endearing. Pandas and kittens were endearing. Not men who wore power like a weapon.
He looked over and their gazes collided. Her body hummed like a tuning fork. She was about to start reciting the Dewey Decimal System backward again when he looked away. So did she.
When she caught Faith eyeing her speculatively after dinner, she read her cousin’s mind. “Do not throw that bouquet of yours at me later,” she quietly warned Faith. “You hang on to it. Remember, we talked about that.”
“Fine. I can’t believe you’re such a sissy about it.”
“I am not a sissy.”
“You looked positively fierce when you dragged Logan out onto the terrace during the ceremony,” Faith said.
“I’m not a fan of practical jokes, you know that.”
“And you’re not a fan of cops, either.”
“You know why.”
“Yes, I do.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Then let’s change the subject. How about sex?”
Megan grinned. “I’m sure your mother had that conversation with you. With us, actually. I was sitting right next to you as she told us about sperm eagerly swimming to the egg.”
Faith laughed at the memory before saying, “No, I meant that I’m sensing some sexual stuff between you and Logan.”
“Oh God, not you too.”
“Not me too what?” Faith asked.
“Buddy and Dad already tried saying there’s chemistry between Logan and me.”
“Wow, it has to be pretty strong sexual mojo for those two to notice it.”
“They’re imagining things.”
“And what is Logan imagining?”
“How to avoid me?”
“I doubt that.”
“Forget about my sex life and focus on your own.”
“Good advice,” Caine said as he stepped behind Faith to nuzzle her neck. “When can we leave?”
“Not until we cut the cake.”
He grabbed her hand. “Then let’s do that ASAP.”
Everyone gathered around to watch the couple complete the tradition, laughing as Caine smeared some icing on Faith’s nose and she reciprocated. It was only afterward that Megan looked around and realized Logan had left.
“He flew right out here after working a double-shift back in Chicago,” Buddy explained. “I sent