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The old man pointed his cane at Dyllan as he narrowed his eyes, shaking his other fist. Dyllan laughed in response, pulling Skylar toward the bar.
“What was that about?” Skylar asked, looking over her shoulder as Dyllan guided her away.
“You’ll learn soon enough once you’ve been in Logan Creek a while,” he chuckled as he shook his head.
“Is that what’s happening? I’m staying in Logan Creek?” she asked coyly. The corner of her mouth ticked up in a smile.
Dyllan leaned down and whispered in her ear, “That’s exactly what you’re doing, wife.”
“What’s going on here?” An excited voice squealed from behind them.
Turning, Dyllan took in a wide-eyed, smiling Lila. “Nothing.”
“That didn’t look like ‘nothing’ to me!” She grabbed Skylar’s hand. “Did you two finally sort your shit out?”
“What? You finally pulled the trigger, man? Nice!” Travis said, holding up his hand for a high-five.
Dyllan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, laughing to himself when Travis pouted and put his hand down.
“It was nothing, the photographer just got a little pushy about going to a wedding fair with him, and Dyllan saved me,” Skylar said, refusing to look at him.
“It looked like more than that to me,” Lila said, eyes darting between him and Skylar.
“Well,” Dyllan started at the same time Skylar said, “It’s nothing.”
“Skylar, can I talk to you for a second?” Dyllan asked, lightly grabbing her bicep.
“Sure thing,” she answered in an overly sweet tone, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Please excuse us for a moment.”
Dyllan led her off to a quieter area in the corner of the barn, scanning the room behind her to make sure no one was listening. Music filled the barn, blocking off their conversation from the nearby tables.
“We need to set some ground rules here, wife. Our little charade ends after tonight. I get not wanting to tell everyone right now, but I refuse to lie. I’ll avoid, I’ll keep quiet, but I won’t ever lie about us, do you understand?” He spoke low but gruff as he bent down to meet her gaze. His hand was on the wall behind her, caging her in and further blocking her from the room’s view.
Wide-eyed, Skylar nodded. “This wedding has to go off perfectly, Dyllan. It’s important to me both as Kade’s friend and as a wedding planner. If I am going to stay here in Logan Creek, I need to show that I can do this on my own.”
“There’s no if you are going to stay in Logan Creek. You are staying. We’re going next weekend to pick up your shit from Vancouver.” Skylar opened her mouth to respond, but Dyllan silenced her by putting a finger to her lips. “And as for your business, anyone would be stupid not to see what you’ve done to this place and not think you’re the most talented wedding planner around.”
Skylar licked her lips, grazing Dyllan’s silencing finger in the process. The action shot right to his cock, imagining what that little pink tongue would do to it instead of his finger. He dropped his hand, realizing if he continued along the path they were on, the whole town would be finding out about them, very publicly, before Skylar was ready.
“You don’t have to say that, Dyllan,” her voice was laced with hesitation as she looked up at him.
“It’s the truth. I can tell that you give your heart and soul into planning weddings. Anyone who looks at what you’ve done today can see that. You care, babe. That’s the difference,” his voice softened as he gave her a smile.
Skylar’s cheeks turned pink as she looked down at her folded hands clasped in front of her. “Thank you.”
Dyllan raised his hand to cup her cheek, wanting to have her look into his eyes so she could see the sincerity behind his words, but a woman dressed in a black caterer’s outfit approached, causing him to drop his hand.
“Sorry, Ms. Martin. You’re needed out back. There’s a guest insisting he let the couple know he was allergic to everything on the menu.” She looked apologetic as her gaze flitted between the two of them.
“Everything on the menu? How is that possible?” Skylar asked, sneaking a glance at a smirking Dyllan.
“Is he a relic of a man wielding a wooden cane?” Dyllan asked.
“Yes, that would be one way to describe him,” the woman answered, eyebrow raised at Dyllan.
“How did you…?” Skylar asked.
“Babe, you’re about to meet Mr. Rathers,” Dyllan chuckled as he gave her a wink and headed back to the bar.
