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“I doubt your dad will be disappointed. Like you said, you’ll get the funding for this project. He’ll be pleased. You can go home and work on it together. Make new history. Make more money,” I mutter.
Logan walks along beside me, his eyes darting to me every few minutes. The side of my face heats with the attention he’s giving it.
“What?” I snap, unable to take anymore.
He shakes his head, a joyless smile lifting his lips. “Nothing.”
We get to the hotel and he walks me to my room. I’ve given up telling him it’s unnecessary. He does it every time regardless of what I say.
“See you in the morning. We’re leaving at ten, yeah? I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
Logan hovers in the doorway.Surely, he isn’t expecting an invitation in.
“I’ll be here before that to take your suitcase down.”
“I’m a grown-ass woman,” I protest.
“I promised Drew I’d take care of you,” Logan says, the smug smile back on his face. He knows if he throws Drew’s name into things, then I’ll comply.
I begin to close the door, but he sticks his foot into it and raises his brows at me.
“Fine,” I mumble.
His smile grows and he removes his foot. “Sweet dreams, Smiles.”
I hold onto the delight I get from watching the door shut in his face and walk over to my bed, falling back onto it. I pull out my phone and text Chloe.
Me: How many years would I serve for killing Logan as a matter of my own preservation of sanity?
Chloe: I don’t know… twenty-five? I don’t think the defense of ‘he annoyed me so much, it was either him or me’ would stand up in court.
Me: Shame. Tell me something that’ll make me smile.
Chloe: A baboon’s dick is only 5.5 inches long. But a walrus’s is 22 inches.
Me: Why would that make me smile?
Chloe: If you can’t kill him, there’s something else you could take your energy out on ;)
Ugh! Realization dawns that she’s talking about when Logan came in for his meeting with Eve, and I commented about the personality transplant.
Me: You’re sick!
Chloe: Just saying…
Me: Don’t. I’ve already exceeded my usual annual quota of time spent with him. I DO NOT want to see any more of him than necessary to write this piece, thank you.
Chloe: Well, I don’t mind. Feel free to send pics of the sexy walrus.
Me: You and I are no longer friends.
Chloe: Lol. Miss you.
Me: I missed you as well until three minutes ago.
I put my phone down and roll onto my front on the bed, then pull my recorder out and press play. Logan and Trent discuss the project and how revolutionary it is. Trent has a friendly American accent. And he uses mine and Logan’s names a lot. Logan’s voice is deeper, each word deliberate and confident as he talks. And it has a rough timbre when he laughs. He laughs a lot. Trent says something that has him laughing again, and I stop the recording, abandoning writing up any notes tonight. It’s late, and we have the flight to Rome in the morning, followed by a meeting after we arrive.
I open my audiobook instead, taking my phone with me to the bathroom and placing it on the side of the sink as I remove my makeup. Nate Black’s smooth voice plays from the speaker and my shoulders relax. But he doesn’t sound like he usually does. Not as rich, not as deep. It must be because I usually listen with my earbuds in, not through the phone’s speaker.
