Page 25 of Rebel

Mia’s brows shot up so high they disappeared behind her bangs. “Is that a good idea?”

“It is when your best friend is also your producer. I’m out of options, and he was going to be around anyway. It’s a win-win. Mostly.” My stomach dropped as the easy lie fell from my lips.

“If you say so.” She held out her hand for Livvy. “Come on Munchkin, you’re coming with me while your mommy gets ready to go on air.”

“I’m not gonna be on the radio?” She sounded so sad I almost laughed.

“Nah, but I’ll show you how to get her to say whatever you want. Okay?”

“Okay!” Livvy went with Mia while I headed into the studio to clear my head and go over the notes for tonight’s show. There was still plenty to do before I actually went on the air and most of it required Mia’s input.

A few minutes later the production team and I gathered inside the small office while Livvy sat curled up on a sofa with her learning tablet doing a puzzle. She was in her own little world, oblivious to the curious looks of the production staff.

We went over the topics and themes for the night, what songs I wanted to play, and then Mia gave me the advertising information I needed to insert into the show.

“Excuse me.” The receptionist looked uncomfortable. Her cheeks were flushed and her gaze kept darting behind her. “I’m sorry to interrupt but there’s a guy, a biker,” she whispered. “He’s requesting to speak to you Nikki. Should I call security?”

I almost laughed at the image that created, instead I shook my head. “Tall and lean, shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes?”

She nodded. “Stupidly gorgeous in that bad boy way?”

“Yep,” Mia and I said at the same time.

“You can send him in.”

She nodded and waved him inside. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. It’s your job to keep any asshole off the street from getting up here. Thank you.”

Shocked, she nodded with her mouth wide open before she rushed back to her desk.

A few seconds later, Logan popped his head around the door, his eyes bounced around the room before they locked with mine. “Hey.”

“Hey.” The word came out on a breathy whisper. “Thanks for coming.” I met him near the door because my coworkers were far too curious about him, and I didn’t want to answer any questions until I had answers.

“No problem. What’s up with the nanny? Nothing serious I hope?”

“Mild heart attack, according to her nephew,” I whispered.

Logan nodded as he studied my face. “You trust me to take care of Livvy?”

“Yes,” I answered easily. “You could’ve walked right by her at the festival and you didn’t. She likes you and I trust you, that’s good enough for me. Just don’t make me regret it.”

“Of course not.” His lips pulled into a slow, panty-melting grin that nearly made me forget we weren’t alone. “What do I need to know?”

I gave him a rundown of her food likes and dislikes, her favorite activities and anything else I could think of. “She’ll tell you if you’re doing anything wrong, trust me.”

His laughter was deep and rich, a little rusty, like he didn’t laugh a lot. “I have no doubt.” He held out his hand and I frowned. “Keys. Can’t exactly put Livvy on the back of my bike, can I?”

“Right.” I shook my head and dropped the keys in his hand. “House and car keys.”

“Moving pretty fast, aren’t we?” He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in close. “I wonder what you’ll give me when I make you come properly.”

I gasped and looked up into his sparkling green eyes. There was mischief there and heat. Lots and lots of heat. Trying to get my raging libido under control I shouted, “Livvy, look who’s here!”

Livvy looked up and gasped before she scrambled off the sofa. “Rebel! What are you doing here?” She rushed to him and practically skidded to a stop.

He dropped down so they were eye to eye and smiled. “We’re hanging out while your mom works.”

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