Page 54 of One More Chance
Logan groaned. “Are you serious?”
“Oh, yes.” Freddie poured a cup of coffee and grabbed a mug for Logan. “Coffee?”
“Sure,” Logan replied. “How the hell did that get out?”
“I heard it from Muriel when I was getting gas. She heard it from one of the loggers. Who knows where they heard it?”
“Sometimes I miss the city,” Logan grabbed the mug that looked suspiciously like one of the mugs from the G Spot and sat down to watch the hockey game with his brother.
“Come on, you’re number 88. You can’t be anonymous anywhere, except maybe Antarctica, but I’ve heard that penguins are hockey fans too. How was the logging road up to the springs?” Freddie asked, his eyes glued to the TV screen.
“It was good up until mile eight and then it was touch and go even with the 4x4. There were some kids that had to walk in from the snow line.” It dawned on him. The kids. That’s obviously who was spreading the rumor. “Hey Fred, was there anything more to the story you heard?” he asked.
“Just that you were up there banging Charlotte against the side of your truck.”
Logan growled. “That’s not true.”
Freddie shrugged. “Didn’t think so. She seems too classy for that.”
“She is. She’s too classy for people around this town to be talking shit about her. Logan stood up and grabbed his coat from the chair that doubled as their coat closet. “Hey, you know a tall skinny kid, wears a jean jacket, face all scarred up from acne?”
“Sounds like Stacy’s kid.” Logan turned and headed for the front door. “Where are you going?”
“I have to put a stop to this.” Before he could leave, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He paused and jabbed at the screen to answer, it was his agent, Ray.
“Sorry, Logan. I tried,” said the agent.
“What do you mean you tried? I don’t want to do it anymore,” Logan told him.
“You signed a contract.”
“Isn’t that your job? To get me out of that contract?” Logan shouted into the phone.
“Listen, Logan, your option is to talk to the girl directly. She’s the only one who can let you out of the deal. If you don’t go through with it, you’ll be in breach of contract and they could sue you,” Ray explained.
“Fuck,” Logan muttered.
“I’ll send you her contact info. Good luck.” Ray hung up the phone.
“Ugh,” Logan groaned. He released the door handle and collapsed back into the coat chair. “Could this day get any worse?”
“What was that all about?” Freddie asked.
Logan rested his elbows on his knees. I agreed to be seen in public with some model in exchange for a donation to the Logan Brush Foundation.”
Freddie almost spit out his coffee. “You’re getting paid to go on a date with a model? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“I guess so man.” Logan shook his head and buried it in his hands.
“What’s the problem with that? That’s my dream.” Freddie reclined back into the sofa and slurped his coffee.
“Charlotte,” Logan whispered.
“Riiight,” Freddie replied. “You’re really falling for her, aren’t you?”
“I am. Fred. What I have with her is special. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”
“Well, then just explain it to her. She’s a smart cookie, she’ll understand.”
