“I’m trying to decide what to wear to Ryker and Delaney’s wedding, and I need to ask a favor.”
“Name it.” The grand foyer of the hotel is filled with wall-to-wall people, milling about, checking in, having a cocktail atthe bar, and yet my eyes are immediately drawn to my client as he walks to the elevator with an arm wrapped around the same woman he assaulted less than thirty-six hours ago.
I’m not sure who I’m more upset with.
Him or myself.
“You’re bringing Logan, right?”
“Wait—what?” I ask, having clearly missed something. “Bringing him where exactly?”
“To Ryker’s wedding. Your parents and siblings know you’re married, and they know you want it kept low-key. They’ll respect you not wanting to upstage Ryker, but they’re going to expect him to be there with you.”
Shit. She’s not wrong.
I hang back a few feet and wait for Austin to get on the elevator and for the doors to close before stepping up and reaching for the button.
“I guess I am. I hadn’t really thought about it. I’m too busy trying to get through this week to worry about next week.” I fly home tomorrow, have court on Friday, and a meeting with the partners on Monday. “Wait... what’s the favor?”
Serena mumbles something on the other end of the line that I can’t make out before her voice cracks. “I need a date.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be dumb, Liv. He’s going to be there. I can’t go alone. Not now. I need a buffer.” Shit. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own world, I hadn’t even thought about hers.
“That makes sense. Okay, a date.” I step onto the elevator, hoping the call doesn’t drop. “Who do you want to take?”
“I was thinking I could ask Rafe.”
“Be sure you know what you’re doing, Serena.” It’s not the first time I’ve said these words to my best friend, and I have a bad feeling it won’t be the last.
Once I talk Serena off the proverbial ledge she’s taken up residence on for months, I step into a piping-hot shower, scrub every inch of my body that feels dirty, just thinking about the disgusting player I helped today, change into my comfiest pajamas, and call Logan, slightly annoyed with myself that I’m looking forward to hearing his voice.
“Hello.” Okay, that’s not exactly what I was expecting him to sound like. “Shit, Liv, is that you?”
He hits the screen, and a FaceTime request comes through.
“Hey,” I answer as an image I’m beginning to know all too well flashes in front of me. Logan, shirtless, lying on his back in bed. A faint light filtering in between the curtains because this man never remembers to shut them. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking about how late it is there.”
“Nah, it’s good. How’d it go today? Did you save the day?” He scratches the scruff along his jaw, and my hand itches to replace his.
I wrap my white sweater around myself and prop my phone on my knees. “I wouldn’t say I saved the day. More like helped an asshole out of a bad situation he created.”
“You don’t sound thrilled, Liv.”
“I’m not. But we don’t have to talk about that now. How was training?” I can’t help it. I don’t want to talk about my client or his issues. I’d rather hear about Logan’s day and how things are going there. “How’s Maggie?”
“Training was good. The first day back is always rough, but nothing I can’t handle. Maggie’s new tooth still hasn’t broken through, so she’s been cranky all day.” His face softens. “Do you think we’re going to be good Friday? Should I be worried?”
“I spoke with Nina earlier, and we think the judge might grant some kind of visitation, but we’re both confident that we have a good case to minimize the amount. We’re not giving up, Logan. No one is taking Maggie from you.” That little girldeserves the world. The one her daddy has given her, not some stranger who thinks she’ll make a fun accessory.
He sighs, exhaustion lining his tired eyes. “Monica called again.”
“Did you answer?” My chest tightens. Please let him have listened to me.
“No. You said not to.”
I blow out the breath I was holding, relieved and a little impressed. “You’re doing the right thing, Logan.”
