“Well?” he asked after tossing back an ounce of generic scotch. Bridal suites should be better outfitted than that. Jesus. He winced at the aftertaste.
“The hotel staff are on it. They’ll arrange for the gifts that people want to leave for Tori to be stored until she’s ready to collect them, and the food will be redirected to a local shelter,” Elspeth said, hurriedly.
“And everyone knows that it was Stephen’s fault,” Caroline added.
Like that fucking mattered. Logan shook his head. “And is everyone gone? Can Tori go home without running into anyone?”
“Maybe give it another hour.” Elspeth licked her lips. “What should we do about the honeymoon tickets?”
“See if they’re refundable or transferable.”
Logan stripped off his jacket as Caroline called the travel agency. Then he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Tori wasn’t the only one who felt confined in formal wear.
Hell, he could wear a hundred pounds of camo-patterned kit and carry a machine gun and feel more comfortable than he did in a tux.
On the phone, Caroline was getting more and more agitated. “But there has to be some exception for being dumped.”
The bedroom door opened just in time for Tori to hear the last few words, and Logan wanted to howl at the casual slight. As inappropriate as it would be, he wanted to open the main door to the suite and escort her sisters out and then lock the door.
“It’s fine,” she said, her voice pinched and controlled. She looked around the room, managing not to make eye contact with any of them. In his t-shirt and knee-length yoga pants, she looked tiny and fragile. “Caro, tell them I’ll go.”
Caroline covered the telephone mouthpiece with her hand. “The package is transferable if you want someone else to go instead.”
“Are you volunteering?” Three female heads swiveled his way. Caroline blanched, and Logan felt like a shit, but the thought of someone just assuming what Tori wanted galled him. “I’m sorry.”
“No, I meant…maybe another couple would want to go. Because it’s for two people. But that’s another option—” She looked at her sister. “Someone could go with you.”
“Who has a week off?” Tori snorted. “No, it’ll be good to and lie in the sun by myself. Figure out where exactly I went wrong with my grand life plan. The only person who could put up with my whining would be Logan.”
He stood a little straighter. He had a week off. In order to take leave to come to her wedding, he’d had to take an entire week because of the travel across the country.
Technically he’d have to get permission from his OC to go— “Where is the resort again?”
Tori rolled her neck and he wanted to cross the room to rub her shoulders. “Miralinda. Nothing but rain forest hikes and white sand beaches. Is it wrong that I still want to go? It was the only part of the wedding that was one hundred percent my decision.”
“Not wrong at all. And if you want company for your misery, I’ll go with you.”
Three sets of female eyes blinked at him in surprise.
“You will?” Tori straightened up. “You can?”
“Sure. Of course. I have a week of leave. Might as well use it to help you drown your sorrows.”
Caroline jerked her attention back to the phone in her hand. “Okay, the ticket for Stephen McKenzie needs to be transferred to a Logan Dwyer. American.” She looked back at him. “You have a current passport?”
He tried to keep a straight face as he nodded. He’d been in five different countries in the last three months. Of course, he’d only used his passport to enter three of them, but yeah, he had the proper documentation.
Tori shoved her carry-on bag under the seat in front of her—again. Then she cursed under her breath.
“Hey, it’s fine.” Logan took her hand and squeezed.
She winced as she looked at him, folded nearly in half in the charter airplane seat next to her. “Sorry about the economy tickets.”
He just shrugged. “We’ll be there soon enough. It’s a short flight.”
She glanced past him out the window. Bright sun glinted off the airplane’s wing, and below that, the Atlantic Ocean stretched endlessly. It only took two hours to fly from Atlanta to Miralinda, but it felt like an eternity. She couldn’t wait to land and be safely away from anyone that knew yesterday was supposed to be her wedding day.
Anyone except Logan, of course. He’d been such a rockstar over the last twenty-four hours. She gripped his hand a little more tightly as she tried to remember what he’d kept saying to her. “This isn’t about you. Nobody thinks this is a reflection on you. Stephen’s clearly going through something messed up in his head.”