Page 52 of Under the Mistletoe
“I’ll keep an eye out.” His mom hoisted up the box a little higher when she spotted him. “Can you run these to the car? Also, your dad left early, so can you give me a lift home?”
He took the cookies from her. “I have Devin with me, and I think she has stuff at our house. Maybe?—”
Liam walked up. “You take Mom. I’ll bring Devin.” He dropped an arm around Logan’s shoulder. “Good to see you, bro. You look surprised. I texted you a couple hours ago.”
“My phone is home charging.” Logan smiled back, but it was halfhearted. Not that he wasn’t glad to see Liam, but if his brother thought Logan was letting him leave here with Devin, he had another thing coming. “Why don’tyoutake Mom, since I already told Devin?—”
“Why don’t we let her decide.” Liam turned them so they were facing a wide-eyed Devin. “Are you good riding with me?”
Devin swallowed as her eyes bounced from Logan to Liam and back. “Whatever is easiest.”
Liam patted Logan on the chest. “And Mom is ready to go now, and you look ready, so there we have it.”
Logan looked at Devin and then at the cookies in his hands. “Okay, then, see you at the house.”
“We’ll be right behind you.” She blinked at him as if wanting to say more, but when she didn’t add anything, he turned toward the car. A rock settled in his stomach. Liam had texted him. Had he texted Devin too? Could that be why she was acting so weird on the way here?
Ten minutes later, as they pulled into his parents’ drive, his mom laid her hand on his arm. “Your brother is a force of nature. Just because she rode with him doesn’t mean anything. I saw the way she was looking at you last night.”
“We’ll see.” He popped open the door and slid out.
“You’re selling yourself short.” His mom climbed out and moved to the back of the Bronco. “Any girl would be lucky to be loved by you.”
“Thanks, Mom.” He gave her a side hug and then opened the latch. Mothers always saw the best in their children. But Logan knew the truth. Liam usually seemed to get what he wanted, and if he’d decided that he wanted Devin, Logan wasn’t sure he stood a chance.
No, that wasn’t true. That was old thinking. He did stand a chance, or at least that’s what she’d made him believe last night. Then again, today she’d been acting weird. Really weird.
He carried the cookies in and dropped them off in the kitchen, pausing to greet Cal. Then he hurried up to his room just as his phone lit up with a missed call from his bedside table. He unplugged it and checked the notifications. Make that ten missed calls. One was from Liam, but the rest were from his agent. He tapped his number, and he answered on the first ring.
“Finally. You’re killing me.” Mark’s voice was as tense as he’d ever heard it.
“I didn’t have my phone on me. What do you need?”
“What do I need? I need you on a plane in three hours.”
“What?” Logan’s gaze shot to the clock on his bedside.
“The executives at the studio have called meetings this week to discuss the movie option. It’s moving forward, and they want you there. The first meeting is Monday at eight in the morning, so Sandy and I need to spend Sunday prepping you. There’s a flight that leaves Grand Rapids in just under three hours. Can you get there?”
It was about an hour’s drive. “If I leave now, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“I’ll send the confirmation to your email.” Computer keys clacked in the background as he spoke. “You have a connection in Chicago that’s tight. Don’t miss it. A car will pick you up at eight thirty in LA, and I’ll be here at the hotel to give you your key to the room.”
With that, the line went dead. Awesome. Logan pulled his duffel bag from the closet and dropped it on the bed. Cal’s face dropped on the bag. Logan grabbed the dog under his ears and scratched as Cal pressed his forehead into Logan’s. “Not this time, bud.”
He opened his drawer and pulled out a stack of T-shirts. He didn’t really have clothes for meetings like this, but he couldn’t do anything about that now. So much for a date tonight. His hand froze with the T-shirts halfway in the bag. He still needed to talk to Devin.
As if on cue, Liam walked into his bedroom, grabbed a basketball that was lying on the floor, then reclined across Logan’s bed just before Cal bounded up next to him.
Good, she was here. Maybe they could talk before he left.
“Guess who has a date tomorrow?” Liam tossed up the ball and caught it.
Everything in Logan went cold. He angled his face away before his brother could see him and scooped the rest of his clothes from his drawer. “You?”
“Well, it’s not Cal.” Liam wrapped his arms around the brown mass of fur. “I knew Devin had a crush on me in college. I don’t know why I never asked her out as soon as that pact we made in college ended. But when I saw her at the tree farm today, I knew I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass again.”
Logan shoved the rest of his clothes in the bag with a little more force than necessary. “So you asked Devin out and she said yes.”
