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“I love my job, and I love getting to do this on the side. It’s all working well for me.” Mostly. I have my moments.
“And we love having your help,” Axel says with a smile.
As soon as I’ve finished with the guys, I head over to the art space to paint. My other passion. I have as much talent as a painter as I do a musician—none—but I love combining the two and painting what I feel while listening to random songs.
Just as I set my things down at an easel, Logan, or Patrick I should say, pops his head over the top, giving my heart another jolt. “Jesus! Why are you everywhere?”
He coughs out a low chuckle and moves around to stand beside me. “I was going to ask you the same question. I was here first.”
“You paint?” I ask, not even bothering to hide my shock.
He shrugs. “I’m an art major.”
“What?” I don’t know why, but I can’t picture that.
“Okay, you got me.” He smirks. “I’m a photography major, but still, that’s artsy.”
My lips thin as I try not to react. That’sveryartsy.And hot. Why is that hot?
“I never would have guessed that, but wow. What sort of photography are you into?”
“Mostly porn,” he deadpans, and my eyes widen in shock. Jesus?! With my water bottle raised to my lips, I thank my lucky stars I hadn’t taken a sip.
Logan bursts out laughing, and I don’t know if it’s because he lied or because of my reaction. Either way, my chest warms.
“I’m actually into sports photography. I got to know one of the photographers on the surfing circuit in Australia and started messing around with his old cameras. Talk about instant addiction.”
My eyes widen again but for a different reason. This time, I’m jealous.
“I’d love to visit Australia; I’ve heard it’s beautiful.”
Logan’s face lights up. “Mate, you’d love it there. It’s top notch. Bloody perfect.”
I laugh as he turns into an Australian right before my eyes and decide then and there that I need to hear that accent more often.
“Your accent’s great. How long were you over there?”
“Around six months,” he says with a shrug. “I trained there.”
“Trained there? For what? Are you being Logan or Patrick right now?”
He bounces his eyebrows and laughs. “I’m Logan. Patrick lived there until he was about ten.”
“Okay. You really know that movie.”
Logan’s lips purse, as he tilts his head. “Doesn’t everyone?”
I breathe out a laugh, because… “Good point. What didLogantrain for then?”
“Surfing.”
“Surfing?” I guess that makes sense but I’m still confused.
“Didn’t Lucy tell you? I was a pro surfer a few years ago.”
No, she did not.My hand itches to grab my phone and look him up, but I hold strong. Better not give him that satisfaction. Logan was a pro surfer? A pro surfer.But wait…he’s not now.My brows furrow in question and slight concern. He’s still young, really young.Did something happen?
“You were a pro, but you’re not anymore?” I ask, voicing some of my thoughts.
