Page 73 of Chance of Romance
Logan spoke in a low voice. “Sabrina, no, let’s just go.”
She gritted her teeth, fuming. Tara flicked her fingers in aget lostgesture.
Sabrina turned to go, and Tara pushed her from behind, making her stumble. Logan caught her before she could do a face-plant.
Sabrina whirled. Tara was smiling like she’d won. Sabrina had never wanted to slap someone so much in her life.No, rise above.Big picture, she had everything she needed from Tara recorded on her phone, all the damning evidence admitting what she’d done.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer,” Sabrina spat.
She didn’t wait for a response, hightailing it out of there. Logan followed close behind, shutting the office door behind them.
Tara yanked open the door, hollering all kinds of names at Sabrina, but Logan blocked the doorway, not letting Tara get to her.
“Go back inside, Tara,” Logan said calmly. “This isn’t going to help your case.”
Sabrina stalked away, her adrenaline slowly draining from her, leaving her shaky. Tara didn’t care about her clients. She only cared about the gloss and shine—her big trademarked self-appointed title and her bestselling book. She wasn’t fit to be a counselor.
She moved in a fog, leaving the building and heading to her car, slipping into the driver’s seat. The passenger-side door opened, surprising her, and Logan got in.
“Drive,” he said.
“But your car’s here.”
“You can drop me off later to get it. I want to talk to you, and I don’t want that crazy woman watching us from her office.”
She pulled out of the parking lot, eager to get away from Tara. “I’m a little shaken up right now.”
“You were a total badass. That should be your new trademarked title, Badass Counselor.”
She laughed despite the dire circumstances. Logan could always make her laugh.
He gave her shoulder a squeeze. “I know you didn’t ask me to be here, but I had a bad feeling about her. And the truth is, I thought it would be better if you had a witness to the whole thing.”
“I recorded it on my phone.”
“Me too.”
She glanced over at him. “Thanks.”
“Pull into that park up there, just past the light.”
A few minutes later, she parked in the lot of a large empty park. The snow had melted, and everything was gray and brown. Fallow. Some people saw it as dead, but she’d always thought nature was hibernating, waiting for the glorious rebirth of spring. Being a cockeyed optimist was how she’d gotten to where she was in her career, the recent drama being very much the exception. Only somehow her optimism never carried over to her relationships.
Logan took her hand. “It’s only been a week, and I miss you so bad I want to punch something.”
“I miss you too,” she managed over the lump in her throat.
“I know we don’t have a conventional relationship with all the shit going on—”
“It’s a terrible start for any relationship.”
“Agreed. We need to go back to square one.”
She was afraid to ask, the pressure on her chest making it hard to breathe. “Friends?”
He exhaled sharply. “No. We absolutely cannot be friends anymore. I know what you look like naked. I know what you taste like—”
“Logan!” God help her, she was getting sucked in. But what about Olivia and the baby?
