AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The second the door swung open, Marti jumped into Logan’s arms.
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. One encapsulating her waist, while the other held her bottom up. “Well, hello to you too.”
She pressed her mouth against his and sighed. She’d been waiting on this all day. TGIF.
Her fingers tangled in his hair and she sunk into his touch, his kiss. Lately, they spent nearly every minute of their free time together. And still, it wasn’t enough. When she wasn’t working, they were hanging out at one of their apartments, trying new restaurants, or exploring the city together like it was their first time. Somehow, everything seemed better with him in her life. Shiny and new. Complete in a way it hadn’t been before. Picturing a life without him had become impossible.
In the month that passed, The New York Times ended up doing an expose on Blue. They uncovered her illegal activity, as well as exposed how she paid Logan’s ex, who had been blackmailing him for years for her story. In the end, it was enough to clear up any doubt his current and future patients had about him, and a week later, when PopNewz reopened its doors under new management, Marti penned an impromptu article on how she’d fallen in love. She had indefinitely hung up her singles hat and had no plans on going back.
When she came up for air, Logan grinned. “Every man should get a greeting like that.” He expertly kicked the door shut with his foot, then held her in his arms as he walked into the kitchen while she peppered his face with kisses.
“Miss me,” he asked, laughter in his voice.
“Only a little.” Marti grinned.
He slid her down his body, onto her feet and checked the sauce bubbling on the stove before turning to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. “Dinner will be ready in twenty. Mel and Caroline are still coming, right?”
“Of course.” Marti slid her arms around her waist. “How did I get so lucky? A doctor and a man that can cook and entertain my friends?”
“Well, you are spoiled.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, then asked, “How was work?”
“Good. The new owner still hasn’t shown his face, but the new chief operating officer, Hillary, seems pretty cool. Real hands-on. Laid-back. Basically, the complete opposite of Blue. For now, I’ll just keep bouncing around between columns until I find my niche. But not everyone’s day was great. I hope you bought lots of wine.”
Logan cocked his head. “What’s up?”
“Apparently, Mel’s parents dropped a bomb on her today. They’re retiring to Florida, which leaves her without childcare for the triplets.”
Logan winced. “Ouch.”
“Yeah. Can you imagine? Paying for childcare somewhere decent in the city for three kids? She’ll never afford it.”
“What’s she going to do?”
Marti sighed. “Honestly, I have no idea. Neither does she.” She wished there was a way she could help out her friend, but she just hadn’t figure one out yet. The only reason Marti afforded her Manhattan apartment was because her cult following allowed her tons of sponsorship deals. Being a city celebrity had its advantages. She made money merely by showing up at events and posting on social media. Mel didn’t have that luxury.
“I told her while they’re restructuring, she should throw her hat in the ring for a promotion.”
“Definitely.”
“It makes me feel bad though.” Marti grimaced. “Here she is having a personal crisis while we’re in love and planning a trip to Europe.”
Logan frowned. “You’re not having second thoughts about the trip, are you?”
She squeezed his arm. “No. Of course not.”
His expression crumpled with relief. “Good. And this new boss, she’s okay with you taking three weeks off in April?”
Marti grabbed his hands, lacing her fingers through his. “She doesn’t see it as a problem. But she’d like me to take a lot of pictures and write about it upon my return. Why do you seem so anxious about this trip, anyway?”
Logan shifted his gaze back to the sauce on the stove, as if inspecting it with intense concentration. “I’m not nervous.”
Interesting, she said he was anxious, not nervous. Then again, weren’t they kind of two ends on the same pole? Regardless, he was definitely being weird about it. “That reminds me. Our agent needs you to email her about changing our flights.”
“Sure. Her card’s in my wallet. You want to grab it, while I check the chicken?”
“Of course.” Marti pulled away, but not before Logan gave her hands a little squeeze, then kissed her palm before releasing her.
Her skin heated with the touch as she slowly backed away from him. “It’s in the bedroom in my nightstand,” he called out.
