Well, damn. There she goes again, shocking the shit out of me.
I know this is all an act, but it’s a damn good one.
“Good.” Nina closes her tablet and rests it on her lap, then narrows her focus on the woman next to me, sitting casually, like this is just another day at the office. “Don’t let them find any holes, Liv.”
Olivia nods, absently rubbing soothing circles over my knuckles. “Not a problem.”
“Do you have any questions for me?” Nina asks, although I’m not sure she actually wants to hear any as she rises from the chair.
“I think we’re good for now, but I’ll let you know if anything pops up,” my feisty little wife offers, not bothering to check in with me, but she stands as well, pulling me up with her. “Thank you so much for taking this on. I can’t tell you how much we appreciate it.”
There goes that word again.
We.
She drops my hand and takes Nina’s between both of hers. “Keep me looped in, okay?”
Nina nods. “No holes, Liv.”
“I heard you,” Liv answers without looking back at me.
“I appreciate your help, Nina,” I offer as we walk to the front door, directly past Waverly, who has a sleepy Maggie curled against her shoulder.
Nina offers Maggie a soft smile before bringing her focus back to us. “I’ll be in touch.”
I watch her walk to her BMW before shutting the door and taking my daughter from my sister. “Thanks for watching her.”
“No problem.” Waverly nods toward the door. “What did she say?”
“Like you weren’t listening...” I taunt and make my way to the stairs. “She basically said Monica has a case, but we have a better one. Even if she can’t make us any promises.” I kiss Maggie’s head. “I’m going to put her to bed.”
“Logan,” Olivia calls after me, and I stop two steps up. “We need to talk.”
My shoulders slump.
This doesn’t sound good.
“Sounds like you better change then,” Waverly tells her matter-of-factly.
Olivia looks at her pale-gray skirt suit, then back at Waverly, silently questioning.
“Logan promised if I took Maggie during your meeting, he’d feed the goats and the girls tonight. Pretty sure you don’t want to do that in Chanel.”
“The girls?” Olivia’s nose scrunches as her head swings to me.
“The cows,” Waverly answers before I get a chance to. “Might want to invest in a good pair of boots the next time you go shopping too. Those red-soled shoes aren’t going to cut it on a ranch.”
I watch as my wife straightens her spine, all too aware she’s being challenged, then silently sighs as if to say,Bring it on. “Then I guess I’ll go get changed.”
Olivia slides past me and runs a gentle hand down Maggie’s back before marching up the curved staircase, giving me a spectacular view of her heart-shaped ass as she goes.
“She doesn’t know how to back down, does she?” Waverly grumbles with what might just be a hint of respect in her voice.
“I watched her make a six-foot-eight defensive end cry our freshmen year in college when she told him unless he got his shit together, he was never getting drafted. Once he stopped fighting her, she turned around and laid out exactly what he needed to do, step by step. Then, without anyone watching and for absolutely no one’s benefit but his, she helped him get there. He was drafted to her family’s football team six months later. She’s always been impressive.”
And for now, she’s mine.
OLIVIA
