Page 43 of Bulletproof Weeks

“It’s not time for champagne yet, but soon.”

She shielded her eyes again. “That’s good.”

“Hey.” He cupped her face. “What’s up?”

“Does that mean you’re leaving soon?”

They’d been avoiding this topic. Things were going well between them. Even with his house being taken over by his band, he and Izzy had fallen into a comfortable cohabitation.

She’d created a library out of half of the atrium with the books she called the readers. The kind that she touched and leafed through when she passed through. The ones that he found her reading in the sunny corner of the room when downstairs got too chaotic.

Then there was their room. She’d convinced him to get floor-to-ceiling bookcases that Cam had installed and stained to match the room. It added a specific style to his space and made it theirs.

She filled it with books and trinket things that women seemed to like. But she didn’t turn it fussy. Just made it Izzy.

He liked the idea that she would stay there when he was gone. That it was becoming their cabin, not just his.

He coasted his thumb along her cheekbone. “Promo stuff will start a week before the album drops and I’ll have to go into the city to meet with the label so they can listen to it.”

“That’s not bad.”

“No.” He signed. “Touring won’t start until the summer.”

She stiffened under him and he sat up, drawing her up with him so she could sit cross-legged in front of him. He covered her hands in her lap. “I’ve been talking to the guys. We want to make sure we have at least a four day break every two weeks.”

“Can you do that?”

“Technically, I’m the boss of these animals. Kind of. It’s weird how we have it set up. It gives them more freedom on the off times.”

She nodded. “Okay. If it works for you guys, then that’s all that matters.”

“I don’t expect you to drop everything and go on tour with me. I’d love it, but I know you have a life and a company of your own.”

“I could come out for a few days maybe? I have auctions all over the states and Canada. Maybe some could overlap.”

He brushed a soft, lingering kiss against her lips. “We’ll make it happen.”

She rolled onto her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes, we will.”

The schedule he could handle. Leaving her alone was what left him in a cold sweat.

Fifteen

Bella curled onto her side and propped her head up on her hand. “How long are you staying in the city?”

“This is just a day trip. I’ll be back tonight,” he called from the bathroom.

Logan’s electric trimmer buzzed to life. Must be a big meeting if the mountain man beard he was sporting was getting a trim.

She dragged her laptop off her bedside table and checked on a few of the auctions she’d been watching from London. She smiled at the French translation of Anne of Green Gables she’d had her eye on. Not especially pricey, but damn hard to find. And now it was hers, soon to be Michele L’Argent’s for a tidy little sum.

With a few keystrokes, she sent an email to the auction house to finalize payment and another to Nic so she’d be on the lookout for it. As she went through emails, she listened to Logan’s morning ritual.

It was a rare occurrence for him to get up before her and she liked the way he hummed Metallica when he brushed his teeth, and sang along with the waterproof radio she’d installed in the shower.

The highlight of her week had been a “Shake It Off” and “Radioactive” medley the morning before. When his trimmer went silent and the water went on, she rolled over onto her back. A few seconds later, music echoed out into the bedroom from the door he’d left cracked open. She laughed as she heard his sna

pping fingers and Sam Smith’s “I’m Not the Only One” hit the rafters with his an accompaniment of Logan’s powerful voice. When it changed over to “Don’t”, she slid out of bed.

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