Page 14 of Wedding Wrecker

But then things escalated, and she started planning the wedding. Another impulsive thing that felt great at the time. Two months into the planning, I wasn’t so sure about it all but couldn’t back out anymore.

And why would I? Madison is beautiful, fun, and we make a great couple. She even says all the time that we look so good in photos. Why would I give up on a perfect life because of one slipup?

Yet when we reach the garden and I spot Logan sitting by the pool next to a young woman, all I want is to take him aside and explain myself. Because judging by the mocking smile he had for me during the welcome dinner, he considers me a total scumbag.

And I’m not. I’m a good guy.

Even a good guy can make a mistake. And he seduced me into it anyway… Okay, now I’m lying to myself. The moment he kissed me, all my morals went out of the window and nothing else mattered but him touching me.

Logan isn’t wearing a suit jacket anymore, and he even rolled up the sleeves of his cream shirt. When he leans back like that, his hands supporting him, the muscles in his forearms appear to be steel. It makes me think of how he held down my wrists, how he picked me up by my ass before throwing me into the hay.

If I could just talk to him—

Madison snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Kyle. Do you think we should take the photos by the column, or by the piano?”

“Photos?” I mumble, but the main photographer for the event, Holden, is already here, pointing his massive lens straight at me.

“Don’t you remember?” Madison asks with a frown. “I told you while I was changing. Did you ignore me?”

Her pursed lips are like a prelude to an approaching storm, so I shake my head. “No, I remember. Sorry, there’s just so much going on around us, and I already had a bit too much to drink.”

She is the one making all the executive decisions about the wedding. My sister thinks it’s not fair I didn’t have much input, but the truth is, I don’t particularly care about the party. That’s not why I proposed, and if she has her dream version of the event, why not let her get her way?

The downside of that is that I don’t know what I’m gonna eat, and I have no idea how many photoshoots I’m expected to participate in. Hopefully not one for each dress change, because I only have two suits. But Holden surely knows, so I’ll just ask him when we’re alone.

Holden smiles. “By the piano? We’ll get some great lighting there with the blue lamps in the water giving your skin a bit of that glow.”

If I’m gay, do I fancy Holden? He must be around thirty, has that blue-eyed blond thing going on, and carries himself with confidence. I can objectively say he’s pretty hot, but not in the way that drew me to Logan.

Holden might be a tasty burger at midnight, but Logan is a thick steak cooked perfectly to order.

“Oh, you have such a good eye for those things,” Madison says and grabs my wrist, pulling me toward the gazebo, which stands across from Logan and the woman he’s speaking to.

My face burns, but there’s nowhere I can go without causing a scene.

Holden turns toward us with a grin and meets Madison’s eyes. “I never do things halfway. Whether I work with my lens or drive, I put all my heart and attention into it.”

I give Holden another discreet once-over. Does the fact that he’s a professional photographer and a race car driver entice me or make me jealous? I don’t know.

Ann ushers us toward the piano, and when the music stops, Logan looks up at us. My face burns from the intensity of his glare.

“Stand here, Kyle, and wrap your arm around her waist,” Holden instructs, positioning us closer to the pool, with Madison leaning against the stone and me facing her. The position makes me think of the many photographs I’ve seen, and I feel like I can’t compete with professional models, actors, or even Madison. Her expression sours inches from mine.

“You look like you’re attending a funeral, not your own wedding!”

“She’s right, Kyle. Smile,” Holden says, and when I make my lips crook upward, he takes the shot, even though on the inside I still feel unsettled, and judging by Madison’s expression, it shows.

“Jesus, do you even want to be here?”

I certainly don’t want Logan watching me now, judging, and coming up with the most unsavory explanations for my behavior last night.

I’m not in the habit of cheating. In fact, I’ve never done this before, and while it probably doesn’t change a thing, I want him to know that. Would he even listen if I tried to talk to him?

I glance over Madison’s shoulder to meet the piercing gaze on the other side of the pool.

“Okay! That’s great!” Holden exclaims and the shutter of his camera snaps several times.

Logan holds my gaze, sipping from his glass. He looks like a predator planning his next move, and I find myself longing to be his victim again, even though I already hate myself so much for forgetting all of my commitments yesterday.