Page 63 of His Good Girl
“Busted,” she replies with a smile. “I went to see Logan.”
Leaning on the kitchen counter in this open-plan apartment, I inhale deeply. “Oh? What did you say to him?”
“I told him exactly what I thought about this situation.”
“Which is what?”
“That it’s dangerous.”
“And what did he say?”
“He agreed, but he isn’t going anywhere.”
“So how did it end?”
“Amicably.”
“Great, so now you’re besties, are you going to answer my question about the party?”
“Of course you can be my plus one,” she replies. “I’m just being cautious.”
“I know, and I appreciate it. I love you for it.”
“But you can’t stay away?”
“Nope.” Digging the spoon into the ice cream again, I come up with a big scoop and stick it in my mouth, tasting the sweet vanilla slide down my throat.
She exhales and seems to come to some sort of conclusion. “Then we make this work somehow. Whatever you need. Do you want to move in here? Be closer to him? Maybe your uncle won’t know if you do a moonlight flit from your place?”
I snicker and thank my lucky stars that I have her. “You’re the best. I’m not sure if he will still find me. If he does, it puts you in the line of fire as well. I don’t want to do that, Rue.”
“I get that you’re looking out for me, but I can take care of myself.”
“I dunno, my uncle is proving to be a bit whacked in the head.”
She giggles. “That’s putting it lightly. I mean, who does he think he isforbiddingyou? It’s like it’s the Middle Ages or something.”
“Right?” I laugh with her for a moment, but then the sense of foreboding descends again, and I sober up. “But you saw Logan’s face. Quentin did that to him. It’s shocking and makes my insides curl up and want to hide. If he decides to pursue this, I dread to think.”
“Yeah.” She chews her lip.
“I know you think it’s not worth the risk, but I can’t stay away from him. I’m not sure what staying away will do to him or me.”
“You have to do you, boo. Always.”
“I’m sorry for dragging you into my messed-up life.”
“This isn’t messed up. It’s adventurous,” she scoffs with a soft laugh.
“Call it what you will. I’m going to bed now. I’m exhausted. I have to call the agency tomorrow and try to get something lined up for next week. I need the cash.”
“So you aren’t even going to try to go back to C & J?”
Frowning, I contemplate her words. “You think I should?”
“I think Quentin doesn’t have a say in who Logan’s assistant is.”
“I guess you have a point. Maybe I’ll see what Logan says, but the idea is that we stay away from each other. Make it look like we’ve forgotten each other.”
