The Billionaire's Marriage Contract(26)

Amy leaned forward and stared off into the distance. There was no one around for miles, no one to see her with Logan, no one to hear her. It was just her and him and the sled. Amy took a deep breath. “Woo!” She shouted. She felt the thrill echoing through her body as she and Logan sped across the snow. She took another deep breath and felt the cold air roll through her lungs. Her feet and fingers were freezing, but she didn’t care. She kept the sled going as fast as possible, streaking across the snow. Something about it just seemed perfect, but there was only one problem. She was with the wrong guy. If Ethan were with her, she’d be able to lean into his body and act on her instincts, but with Logan, she knew she couldn’t do that, even though she found herself confused by wanting to more and more.

***

Back at the lodge, Amy checked her phone to see if Ethan had tried to contact her at any point during the day, but she had no missed calls. She sent him a quick text asking where he was. Then, after a while, she headed back down to the kitchen out of boredom. No calls from work, no calls from her husband. Amy wasn’t sure what to do with all of this free time. When she reached the kitchen, Logan was waiting for her at the table.

"Since your husband is nowhere to be seen, maybe you can come down to the bar tonight and watch our set."

"While that's a tempting offer," Amy started to say. She wanted to think of some kind of excuse to say no.

Logan smiled and waited for Amy to finish her sentence. "I'll make sure you can leave whenever you want. Plus I'll dedicate a song to you."

"Oh, wow," Amy said. "A song? Dedicated to me. You really know the way to a woman's heart."

"The heart has nothing to do with it," Logan said. He laughed at his own comment. "So what do you say? You can spend a night reading in bed, wondering what fun you could have had, or you can come with me into town and just see what happens."

"Just see what happens?" Amy asked.

"Yeah," Logan replied, he rubbed the stubble on his chin. He could barely contain his smile.

"Does that work on all your women out here?"

"You're putting my streak in danger here. Come on, you're a guest of my father. It's my duty to show you a good time."

"You're worse than my husband, you know that?"

"I do," Logan replied. "See you back down here in twenty?"

"I haven't said yes yet."

"You also haven't said no."

***

An hour later, Amy was sitting by the bar, watching Logan and his band take to the small stage at the back of the room. For a dive bar in a nowhere town out west, the place was really packed. Amy was surprised at how "cool" the people in the crowd looked. They seemed like the kind of people Callie would bring over for a dinner party every now and then in DC, a mix of students and young professionals, all coming from money, all afraid for anyone to know. She guessed there were more than a few trust fund millionaires in attendance, including the man singing on stage, but, aside from asking each one of them for their bank information, there was no way to know. A few things were for sure though: everyone was wearing flannel, and every last person in the bar was drinking light beer in tall cans.

Amy signaled to the bartender for a drink. She was the same young blonde Amy had met the day before. As she walked over, Amy couldn’t help but think that this bar was a far cry from the bar at the Colonnade. When Amy tried to pay for her drink, the bartender waved her off, saying, "You're on the house tonight."

"No, it's ok," Amy replied. She wanted to say that she was using her husband's charge card, and that she'd pick up the tab for the whole bar if she would let her.

The bartender pointed to Logan up on stage. "Boss's orders."

"Well, am I allowed to pay for other people's drinks?"

"I don't see why not," the bartender replied. "God forbid someone actually pay for booze in this place."

"I'm Amy," she said, holding out her hand. "We actually met yesterday."

"I know," the bartender said. She stared off at patrons at the other end of the bar.

"Oh," Amy replied. So much for being friendly, she thought. "Can I get a round of shots for the band?"

"Get them two if you'd like."

"Is there a problem?" Amy asked.

"Trust me," the bartender said. "You're better off just walking away."

"Oh, do you think I'm interested in Logan?"

"Aren't you?"

"I'm married," Amy said.

"That hasn't stopped any of the others."

"What do you mean?"

"A new woman every week. Like you, they don't fit in here. Like you, they try to strike up a conversation. They try to fit in. They never do.”