Page 61 of Chance of Romance
“Hold on,” Logan said. “I’ll open the gate so you don’t have to climb the fence again.”
Her dad actually blushed, glancing at her before staring at the ground, waiting. He shoved his hand in his pocket, fished out a business card, and handed it to her. “In case you want to keep in touch.”
She shoved the card in her purse, irritated. He was probably hoping she’d get in touch for the next big payday picture. “Bye.”
Logan did the code to open the gate, and her dad took off at a near run.
Logan returned to her side. “That went better than I thought it would. Are you upset?”
She shook her head. “I just want to pretend that never happened. Swear to God if my mother comes out of the woodwork, I’ll die.”
“What would she do?”
“Try to get the spotlight on her and her art. Her work has fallen out of favor. Art trends come and go, and she never moved on from her favorite subject.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “I kinda want to see those erotic paintings.”
She glared at him. “I’m glad you find my embarrassing mother amusing.”
He shrugged. “I’m just curious.”
“Can we please go sightseeing now?”
He held her by the chin and kissed her. “Absolutely.”
Several minutes later, they finally took off in the Jeep. She really hoped that was the end of her family profiting off her.
