Page 17 of Twisted Fate

“I can fix one of the problems you mentioned. Well, both actually. I’ll bring dinner to you.” He said, a helpless smile on his face. She was very pregnant, after all, and he loved it.

“And the other problem?” She asked over the phone and he could hear the laughter in her voice.

That bothered him, that she was afraid to openly laugh around him. It was something he’d noticed over the weeks since they’d been back in contact with each other. She didn’t like to laugh, cry, or anything that might show too much emotion around him. That wasn’t to say they didn’t laugh together at all, but there was a sparkle to her that was missing now that had little to do with how pregnant she was and a lot to do with how he’d left her. Intuition told him that much.

“Well, I’ll need a day or two to rectify the other problem, but I’ll see to it.” Logan flicked the indicator to turn into a car dealership he was about to pass if he didn’t slow down. Keily didn’t want to go out because she had a hard time climbing out of either of their cars. He’d get one she could get in and out of without any struggle.

“Hmm, alright. What are you going to pick up for dinner then?”

“I thought Chinese. I’ll be an hour or so, I’ve just got to take care of a few things first. Is Chinese alright?” He asked as he pulled to a stop in front of the dealership. He saw the perfect vehicle right there in the showroom. It was small enough that she wouldn’t have to worry about learning to drive a tank, tall enough that she could just step in and out of it, and had enough space for a new mom.

“Yeah, just don’t forget the egg rolls.”

“I won’t.” He replied absently, too busy giving a smile to the saleswoman that walked out to meet him as he got out of his car. “I’ll see you later, Keily. ‘Bye.”

“See ya later, Logan.” Keily hung up just as the older woman with a name tag declaring her name was Patricia stopped in front of him.

“Hi, I’m Logan Sinclair, I’ll take that black Ford Bronco in the display room.”

“Oh, very good, sir. Can I show you some of the features?” The 40-something brunette with bright blue eyes smiled congenially at him and led the way into the main office of the dealership.

“Sure, but can you get the paperwork started while we do that?” Logan didn’t want to waste time on haggling, he just wanted to buy the car so he could be on his way to Keily.

“This is a relaunch of an older model that’s only become available this year.” Patricia started but Logan wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention.

He’d seen commercials for the car and from visual inspection of the car, he knew it would suit his purposes. What he really wanted was to be back in Keily’s presence, not at a dealership listening to the sales pitch.

“You really want this thing, don’t you?” The woman asked with an amused smile.

“Yep. Here’s my card, put it on that.” Logan fished his wallet out of his pocket and handed the car over. “My driver’s license, insurance card, and business card.”

“Very good. And you don’t want to test drive it first?” The woman looked uncertain but tried to hide it. She didn’t want to lose the sale, he could see, but wanted him to be sure.

“Tell you what, put a tag on it, and I’ll take it for a spin while you get the paperwork started.” Logan watched her eyes light up even more.

“Of course, sir, I’ll get these copied and have a colleague put a tag on for you. I’ll be right back with the keys.”

Logan drove the car to order the food he knew Keily would want. He knew her enough to know sesame chicken was her favorite and she’d never turn it down. He ordered the same thing for himself and put it in the back of the Bronco before he drove back to the dealership. The insurance and paperwork were done by the time he got back and all he needed to do was sign the papers.

“Thanks for this, would it be possible to leave my car here until later on this evening? I’ll come back and pick it up later.” Logan signed the paperwork presented to him, the sales slip, and stood back up to look at Patricia, perhaps one of the happiest people on the planet at that moment.

“No problem at all. We can deliver the Bronco if you prefer?” She offered, happy to do whatever it took to satisfy Logan.

He smiled a little and shook his head. “No, I’ve got the car for my, well, a friend, and I’m headed over there now so if you’re good with me leaving my car I’ll come back to get it later.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just put the temporary tag on for you and you can be on your way.” Patricia nodded and went out to put the tag on. Once she was finished Logan got in and looked around with more interest. It would suit Keily just fine, he decided and drove off to her place.

“You know, you could just go back to the apartment, don’t you, Keily?” He asked as he walked into her place a little while later, his eyes roaming over her to check for any signs of distress. She looked the same as she had yesterday, so he set the bag of food down while she shut the door and walked up to him.

“I know, you keep reminding me, but I’m fine here. I kind of like paying my own rent.” She pulled out the boxes and then turned to get plates out of a cabinet. She almost knocked over a bottle of cherry lime Sun Drop as she turned but Logan saved it.

“I know, but I’d feel better if you were in a safer area.” Logan looked at her with a smile on his face. Apparently, she was so hungry she hadn’t noticed he’d pulled up in a new vehicle.

“I’m fine here, Logan, I swear, stop worrying so much.” She’d already pulled boxes out of the bag and started to pile food onto plates.

He stood there with the car’s remote and key dangling from his finger. When she turned to hand him a plate with a fork on it, she stopped, her brows furrowed.

“What’s that?” She looked up at him before her head went to the window above the kitchen sink, looking out at the car outside. “That’s not your car, Logan.”