We’re back in Logan’s suite at the hotel so that no one will know we’re spending the night in two different bedrooms. I put on the earrings that I had to practically put his hands in handcuffs so he wouldn’t buy them and look at myself in the mirror. It feels as though it’s been ages since I dressed up this nice.
When I walk out to the shared living space, Logan stands with a drink in his hand by the window. He turns toward me, and I smile at the man I hardly know but am married to.
“So?” I twirl around.
“Just like at the store, I’m speechless.” He sets down his drink and walks over to me. His black suit forms to his body as if it was made specifically for him, and I’m sure it probably was. “Allow me.” He must remember from the store that I can’t zip up the dress on my own.
I turn arou
