Page 88 of Sapphire Sunset

“No, your dad and his crew, Imean. How many people is it?”

“Five now that Donnie can’tgo,” Logan said.

“Okay, well, I’m not exactly comfortablewining and dining with family and friends in the middle of the hotel right now,but we could set it up in my suite. The table inthereseats six. Room service can cater. God knows they’ve got the food. And it’spretty good food, right?”

“I don’t want you bankruptingthe hotel for my dad.”

“It’s six people, Logan. It’snot going to bankrupt the hotel. Everything else I’m doing,that’sgoing to bankrupt the hotel.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?” Connor asked.

“My dad is an acquiredtaste,” Logan said.

“Like spinach?” Connor asked.

“Spinach isn’t an acquiredtaste. I love spinach.”

“Let’s stay focused. You’rewarning me about your dad. Why?”

“He’s intense. He makes upnicknames for people, and they’re not always appropriate. And he says stuffabout me to people that’s embarrassing.”

“Oh, I see. Soyou’rethe one with the embarrassing dad?” Connor asked.

“He’s a little rough aroundthe edges is what I’m saying.”

“Okay. I think I’m gettingit.”

“I don’t know if you are,” Logansaid.

“No, your dad’s a salt of theearthkindaguy, and I flew here in a private plane,and you’re afraid we won’t get along.”

“You flew here in a privateplane?” Logan asked.

“It was nothing. My mompanicked because she thought she couldn’t get me here in time. She’ll do thissometimes.”

“Fly you places in private planes?”Logan asked.

“No, drop five million in oneswoop on something ridiculous, and then she’ll go back to living like a pauperfor a year.”

“Oh, yeah, I know. My daddoes that all the time. He’ll be sitting there on the sofa and then all of asudden it’s, like, should I have some Cheetos or spend five million dollars?”

If any more sarcasm haddripped from Logan’s tone, it would be puddling on the floor at his feet, butConnor seemed amused.

“So this is the issue, isn’tit?” Connor asked. “You’re afraid your dad and I are from different worlds, andwe’re going to tear you down the middle like aWest Side Storything.”

“He says crazy shit that’skind of right on the line, Connor. He’s a grumpy fuck.”

“Like what does he say?” Connorsaid.

“Like he says that my type ofguy always talks like he’s about to burp glitter.”

“I always sound like I’m aboutto burp glitter?” Connor asked.

“Not to me, but to his crazymind, maybe.”

“Okay. Don’t ever tell Naserthat because he will never stop with it.”

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