Page 60 of Chance of Romance
“Logan Campbell.”
Her dad nodded. “Yup.” He turned to Sabrina. “Sorry for hiding in the bushes. I wasn’t sure if you’d talk to me.”
She crossed her arms. “How did you find me?”
“Followed the trail—your connection to Claire Jordan, Logan’s investor meetings, your sudden wedding announcement. I was already in California.”
“Nice detective work,” she said.
He bobbed his head. “If I found you, it won’t be long before everyone else does. Can I please take a picture of you as a married couple? It’ll really help me out to get the scoop.”
She clenched her teeth. “No.”
Logan held up a finger. “Just a minute.” He pulled her back toward the house, whispering in her ear. “Let’s do it. It’s a big FU to everyone on our terms. Once he has the scoop, we won’t have any more paparazzi popping out of the bushes.”
She scowled. “My own dad sells me out.”
“We let him for a good reason.”
“He’s never cared about me. I didn’t even know he was my dad until I was thirteen. He showed up again when my mom started making some headway in her career as an artist. He wanted to sell pictures of her with her art, and she was happy to go along. I actually thought they might get back together because he moved in for a few weeks. But then he left again. I owe him nothing.”
“That sucks.” He glanced over to where her dad was fiddling with his camera.
“My people don’t commit.”
Logan took both her hands in his and gave them a squeeze. “My parents didn’t stick either.”
“So we’re both screwed up.”
He smiled down at her. “I say we go for it. Give him a big cheesy smile and then go on with our day.”
She looked over at her dad, who was turned slightly away, giving them a moment of privacy. Logan was probably right; a picture on their terms would be better than dealing with random people jumping out at them.
She called over to her dad. “Okay. One picture. We’ll stand in front of those bushes. I don’t want Claire’s house in the picture.”
“Great!” Her dad smiled, but she didn’t return it. He was a user.
She and Logan walked over to stand in place. Logan slung an arm around her shoulders.
Her dad lifted his camera, focusing it. “Stand facing each other, look into each other’s eyes, and smile. Sabrina, put your left hand on his shoulder so I can get the wedding band in the picture.”
She was about to saywe’re finewhen Logan turned her toward him, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He leaned down, whispering to her, “Come on, put your hands on me like you like me.”
She laughed and rested her hands on his shoulders. He smiled down at her, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked really happy, and that made her happy. A surge of affection for him had her smiling back.
“Perfect!” her dad exclaimed, the camera clicking away.
She snapped back to reality and turned to her dad. “You get the shot?”
He checked his camera and smiled. “Yeah. Nice.” He went over and shook Logan’s hand and then hers. “Thank you so much. This’ll keep me in the black for a month.”
Logan stared at him, his expression hard. “You’ve got the exclusive. I suggest you get it out there fast. We’re going out, and someone else might get the jump on you.”
“Absolutely,” her dad said, nodding. “Thank you.”
Her dad turned to go, but Logan grabbed his arm. “I don’t want you stalking us again, clear? I don’t care who you are, I’ll call the police.”
“We’re good,” her dad said, his gaze shifting away. “This is all I need.”
