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“No. Go to your book thing,” Daniel said.
“It’s not abook thing. It’s a book conference.” Harper shot Emma a glance. “Thousands of readers will be there to see us. Well, us and other authors.”
Daniel glanced at Logan, fighting his own smile.
“Book conference. Got it,” Daniel said, then Logan watched him turn serious. “David is going with you, so don’t fight me on that. He can hang in the back or lift boxes, but he’s going.”
Harper sighed.
“Who is David?” Logan asked.
“My personal security dude.” Harper rolled her eyes.
Daniel was a billionaire—the CEO of the global Dufort Hotel chain his father had built from the ground up. His two brothers also held senior roles in the organization, the three of them owning equal majority shares.
“He’s not a dude. He’s a former marine with a purple heart.” Daniel rolled his eyes.
“Oooh, hot idea,” Emma noted. “Seriously, my next book is going to be sizzling.”
Logan lifted his brows lazily and pressed the wine glass to his lips. He’d brought the Edmond Vatan Sancerre Clos le Neore with him tonight. Not that Daniel couldn’t afford it, but it was a good drop and a perfect paring with the chicken.
“Is this my book?” Logan teased.
“It’s notyourbook. I was just Googling wealthy, um, businessmen in the liquor industry, and your name popped up.” Emma’s blush returned, this time brighter, and she let out what he suspected was an attempt at a lighthearted laugh.
She failed.
Logan’s presence unnerved her—he enjoyed affecting her.
He was an asshole like that.
And women liked assholes whether they admitted it or not.
Except his ex-wife.
Logan pushed thoughts of Zoe away. He’d never been an asshole to her, he reminded himself. Until she cheated on him.
He took another sip of his wine and watched Harper smirk at her friend across the table.
“What?” Emma asked, looking a little annoyed.
She was rattled.
Heat settled in his groin, not that his cock wasn’t already wide awake. The gorgeous author was wearing a dress that emphasized her more-than-a-handful breasts and slim waist. And with her long dark hair twisted into a bun, he’d imagined at least twenty times how he’d pull it out and fist it while he tipped her head back.
Before she dropped to her knees.
Harper lifted a shoulder, and her grin widened.
Oh Jesus. No.
If Daniel’s wife was thinking about matchmaking, she was going down the wrong path.
Logan fucked.
He didn’t date.
And he certainly wasn’t getting married again.
