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“This isn’t exactly the way I thought our wedding day would go.”
“We don’t do anything half measure. Why should this be any different, right?” She wrapped her fingers around his wrists. “You’re my family, Logan. Nic and Adam were the only people I cared about in this whole world.” She swallowed around the lump in her throat. “I’m not letting that woman take anything else from us.”
He shook her a little. His eyes so fierce and sad. “That’s going to drive her insane.”
“No, she’s already insane. This is just going to show the world that she is.”
“You do realize Marcus is going to kill us for pulling this kind of stunt. He’s going to hate it. I hate it.”
She jerked back, but he held onto her. He had to know that this was the only way. They couldn’t live their lives with her in the shadows constantly trying to hurt them or people around them.
“I don’t hate the idea of marrying you in front of the whole damn town. I’ll stand at the top of the falls and scream my vows out to the entire town. But I couldn’t live if something happened to you.”
“And that’s why Marcus is going to be our event planner. Along with Sarah.”
“Oh, yeah. She’s going to love that.”
Bella grinned up at him. “Wait until she finds out she has to wear a dress.”
Thirty-Four
Logan escaped down to the studio. Upstairs was Grand Central Station with fifteen of Marcus’s operatives filling his kitchen. They were revamping his security, at The Barn, and in town. Not to mention the additional ten people coming in for added security at the show.
Skye and some woman named Ember had taken over his bedroom. They were teaming up on Izzy to alter a dress from The Closet, an antique and consignment dress shop in town.
With Izzy’s schedule there wasn’t time to go shopping for a dress so Ember was going to make her one.
Cole and the guys from his band were due to arrive after their show in Connecticut. Lindsey’s band, Brooklyn Dawn, and Alex Nash had agreed to come out to add some weight to the concert.
He’d even managed to get his manager to set up a live showing of the concert for more fundraising. Charlie was so happy he was back to work that he’d even donated his fees to the fundraiser. And tomorrow at five in the damn morning he had a reporter coming to interview him and Isabella about the concert and her recovery.
The town was excited about their upcoming show and once a fellow customer at The Closet had seen Izzy buying the white dress, speculation had been buzzing.
Everything was going according to plan.
And that was making him more nervous than anything. If there were complications and hurdles to get through, he would have felt better. Hell, Charlie donating any money just put his back up. His manager was a shark. That’s why he kept him around. He was the ruthless bastard when Logan couldn’t be.
No problems just left him with a twitch behind his right eye.
Nothing went according to plan.
Not when it came to their world.
Least of all a fake wedding to the woman of his dreams.
The moment he’d asked Izzy to marry him at the falls he’d known his life was going to change. He’d welcomed it. He was tired of being alone, tired of imagining his life would consist of one show after the other in a succession until he was too old, or worse, too irrelevant in the music world.
For the first time he had a chance to have a future that included someone he trusted and loved. And instead of getting annoyed with color choices, or guest lists, or centerpieces, he was planning to trap a psycho ex-girlfriend and hope to God she didn’t try to kill Izzy again.
And his fiancée was the one that had come up with the plan.
When had he lost complete control of his life?
He was officially going to lose his shit.
The studio was the only place he was even able to breathe around the pressure in his chest. He sat down at his piano. Even here, his fingers felt clumsy and stiff on the keys. The only time his hands had been on the keys since Izzy had been hurt had been the broken piano at the lodge.
The clear tones from the old upright that he’d refinished felt too loud and too perfect. He moved up to the minor keys and slowly picked out notes. With barely there strokes, he wound his way through a tune that had been busting around his ribs since the moment she’d told him they were getting married.
