Page 28 of Chance of Romance
Claire smiled mischievously. “I know.” Probably Hailey liked champagne.
“C’mere, you,” Claire said, crooking her finger at Sabrina, who was setting her purse on one of the long benches across the room. “You can have my seat. I think I’ve tasted enough wine. I’m going to bring some of the food down.”
His sisters-in-law jumped up to help Claire, and the three of them headed out. He watched while Claire stopped next to Sabrina on her way out, giving her shoulder a squeeze and whispering something. Sabrina laughed, saying something to her friends he couldn’t quite catch, all warm, friendly smiles. Now why couldn’t Sabrina be warm and open like that with him? It was like he made her close up just by being near. The exact opposite effect he usually had on women.
Logan casually waited for Sabrina to take a seat at the bar before taking the seat next to her. “All set for LA?”
She nodded at Marcus, who was holding up a bottle of red to her, before answering Logan. “Yeah. Claire lent me three outfits, and I already had one of my own that I was happy with. I got these kickass shoes with wings—”
“Wings?” Logan asked. “Like a superhero or something?”
She giggled. Sabrina never giggled. “Just a minute. I’ll show you.” She walked over to the cushioned bench and bent to retrieve her phone from her purse. He admired her fine ass again and quickly looked away as soon as she straightened. He caught Marcus’s knowing look. Jake chuckled.
Logan stared straight ahead, working on being the picture of innocence.
Sabrina sat next to him and showed him her phone with a picture of the shoes. “Aren’t they gorgeous?” Silver stilettos with wings and ankle straps. Sexy as hell. Who was this woman, and what had she done with untouchable porcelain-doll Sabrina?
“What’s going on with you?” he asked, genuinely confused. “The whole time I’ve known you, you’re dressed like a professional, like some kind of…” He gestured up and down her sexy body, trying to think of something more complimentary than untouchable porcelain doll.
She took a sip of the small bit of wine Marcus set in front of her for tasting. “Like a counselor?”
Logan pointed at her. “Yes! And now you’re suddenly wearing stuff you’d see on the red carpet. Claire stuff. Are you trying to be like Claire?”
“Have some scotch,” Jake said, shoving a tumbler in front of him. “Don’t talk so much.”
He glared at his big brother.
Sabrina smiled at Marcus. “This is delicious wine. Hints of chocolate in it. What’s it called?”
Marcus lifted the bottle. “Decadence.”
Sabrina licked her lips, and Logan’s cock perked up. “I love Decadence,” she purred.
“Have some more,” Marcus said, filling her glass.
“Oh, stop, stop!” Sabrina said with a laugh. “I started the party early with Claire. This is my third glass.” She leaned close and batted her eyes at Marcus. “Can you tell?”
Marcus leaned close, nose to nose, his voice husky. “Not at all, darlin’. Enjoy your wine.”
Sabrina patted Marcus’s clean-shaven cheek. He caught her hand and kissed the palm. Sabrina took her hand back and stared at it.
Logan tossed back some scotch. He winced, not used to hard liquor. Jake was watching him closely for some reason. Logan glanced over to his brothers, Alex and Ty, sitting on his other side to see if they were watching him too, but they were still deep in conversation about kid stuff. They were both dads.
He turned back to Sabrina, feeling Jake’s eyes on him. What was with Jake today? “So you got the clothes and the shoes. You all set for the hard-hitting interview questions?”
“We’ll see,” Sabrina caroled. He’d honestly never seen her like this, all giggly and practically singing her words.
“Are you drunk?” If she was drunk, he should probably get her home before she did something stupid like hook up with Marcus. His friend was a great guy, just not great at relationships. Sabrina deserved better than that.
She gave him a goofy smile and sipped her red wine. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Jake and Marcus exchanged a look behind the bar, grinning at each other, clearly finding Sabrina entertaining. Logan didn’t see what was so funny.
“Yeah, I would like to know,” Logan said. “That’s why I asked.”
She let out a soft sigh and set her glass on the bar with a thunk. She turned to him, her eyes wide, her voice earnest. “Logan, I’m really, really sorry I threw you under the bus, and I just want you to know I really, so sincerely hope you can work things out with Olivia. Okay?” She didn’t wait for a response, instead answering her own question. “Okay. Good talk.”
“Thanks.”
