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“You sound just like Silas, you know.”
The thumb sweeping beneath his lower lip halts. “Speaking of my father, I think it’s best we keep you working here… off the record.”
I shut down an onslaught of memories. But the picture Silas showed me of Logan and his college girlfriend the day I came looking for him manages to squeak through.
“Fine by me.”
Besides, it’s not like my dad will be thrilled about this development, either.
“I’m a man of my word.” He nods at the papers in my lap, void of any emblems representing the company. “You’ll see I’ve addressed every detail of the job and what’s expected of you, including your pay—which, as promised, I’ve doubled.”
I flip through a few pages to see the generous amount of money he’s offering and blink up at him. “You already had this made up?”
“Yes.”
“How did you know I would be back?”
Logan analyzes me long enough to make me regret asking. “I didn’t.”
But he made the contract, regardless. Does that mean he hoped I would?
It doesn’t make sense. Why he’s here, why he never contacted me, and why he would want me working for him to begin with.
But none of that matters now. I quickly scribble my signature across the lines on each page, skimming a few of the important bits and not bothering with the rest.
“Done,” I say, handing him the clipboard.
He steps over to a copier and methodically inserts the papers into the tray. Once he’s collected them, he rolls them up and offers me his free hand.
Reluctantly, I take it. My head swims with his big body crowding my space, his hard chest rubbing the arm he’s yet to release.
“Tell me why you need the money, Pen.”
This close, I find the fine lines around his eyes curiously handsome. Made more so by time spent in the sun and paired with tiny pale freckles dotting his cheeks, like kisses from the sand.
When I try to move, he only holds me firmer.
“I just do, okay?”
He tsks, “Article two, section three of the contract: when asked a direct question, you’re to give a direct answer.”
Grinding my teeth, I eventually relent. “Because my apartment is currently underwater, and Carrie and I are living in a hotel until I can find a place. It’s not a big deal, and more importantly, none of your business.”
“I suppose it’s a good thing you’ll be living in one of our luxury villas, then.”
With my free hand, I jiggle my earlobe, positive I’ve misheard him. “Come again?”
“You and your viperous little sister will stay in one of our apartments on the upper east side.” I finally jerk my hand free of his, but he simply smiles. “Here at Summit Estates, you’ll learn we give only the best to our employees.”
“But I’m not on the payroll,” I argue. “You can’t make me live anywhere.”
“According to article twelve, section two, subsection C, I can.” Logan winks before shoving the rolled copy of our agreement in my hand. “I suggest you look this over very carefully, Miss Vance.”
I’m fuming by the time he settles in his chair, legs kicked up and irritatingly smug.
“For your information, I’m not the same girl you used to know. I might have followed you around like a lost puppy once, but I’ve long since learned to bite.”
A vicious smile, and then, “Now that, I’m counting on.”
