“Uh ... sorry to interrupt, but the opening act goes on in ten. We gotta—”
Logan rises and lifts me to my feet before swinging me up into his arms. “We’ll get out of your way.”
He carries me back down the hallway, and we run into Boone as he opens the door to his dressing room.
“Well, fuck. You just had to beat me to it, didn’t ya?”
How does he know?I follow his gaze to my left hand.Well, I guess the ring does give it away.
“Not trying to upstage you, but I’m not apologizing either.”
When Logan lowers me to my feet, Boone slaps him on the shoulder. “Congratulations, you two.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an enormous diamond solitaire. “I’ve never been so damned nervous in my life. Never thought I would be. This next flight better not be late. That’s all I can say. She was supposed to be here three hours ago, but she missed the earlier one.”
“Good luck,” I say, leaning into Logan.
Boone nods and closes the door to his dressing room.
Logan looks down at my ring finger. “I swear, I’m going to get you—”
I lift my hand and press two fingers to Logan’s lips. “No. This is us, Logan. And it’s perfect.”
He moves my finger and rubs his thumb over the X. “I had to play eighteen games of hoops at the arcade to win enough tickets for this bad boy. And it took me three arcades to find the right prize to begin with.”
“That’s why you’re late?” Laughter bubbles up in my throat.
“Damn right.”
I wrap both arms around his neck and kiss the hell out of my future husband.
Chapter 39
Logan
Holly and Boone kill it with their duet, but Boone looks more stressed than ever. From the tizzy his assistant is in, it’s pretty obvious his girlfriend is still a no-show. I feel for the guy, even as I watch with pride as he drives the rumbling Olds 442 onstage, climbs out, and tells the entire crowd the story behind the car.
“Even when she was more rust than metal, I knew she was a diamond in the rough. So I wrote a song, my newest single, and I’m going to debut it here tonight for you.”
The crowd screams in excitement, and he waits for them to quiet down before nodding to the drummer, who counts off the beat.
Boone’s gravelly voice fills the massive space.
I’m gonna take a ride with you
In my 442.
Rolling down the same old roads
Like we always do.
Other things may change,
My love remains the same.
With you by my side
In my new old ride,
In my 442.