No. Of course not.
“You’re not allowed to make me feel better with logic,” he grumbled.
But her point was not lost on him, and some of the weight lifted. Exactly what he’d hoped would happen when he’d gotten into his car to come over here. Somehow, she made life...brighter.
She laughed and kissed him sweetly. “What if I make you feel better a whole other way?”
Her legs tangled with his, and her wandering hands left no doubt how she intended to make good on that. Since he was pretty sure she could deliver, he let her.
But the whole time he was pondering some huge questions of his own—like, if he wasn’t his dad and it was okay to do things his own way, did that mean he could admit he didn’t want a nice, unassuming woman? And that maybe the reason he’d never met the right woman had to do with the fact that he hadn’t met Trinity yet?
But the most important question of all was, what would she say if he told her that despite all of his objections to the contrary, he was falling for her?
* * *
Logan left to go to New York, and Trinity spent a lot of time pretending she didn’t miss him.
Funny how she’d never watched sports in her life, would have claimed under oath she hated the concept of grown men throwing balls around in some macho contest. But for God knew what reason, she couldn’t go to sleep at night unless a baseball game was on in the background.
The Mustangs’ winning streak ended as Logan had predicted that night before he’d gone to the meetings. But they won the next one even though she wasn’t at the game to provide good luck, which was such a silly concept. Of course she’d never say that to Logan’s face, since he took his superstition so seriously.
He texted her occasionally with updates, but there was nothing in the messages that indicated his state of mind or whether he was thinking about her like she thought about him. Days stretched into a week, but neither of them approached the subject about when he was coming home or if they’d pick up where they left off when he did.
The Formula-47 marketing presentation had been rescheduled a couple of times due to everyone’s crazy travel schedules, but finally, Cass threw a dart at a day and told everyone they better attend or else.
That morning, Trinity had a nearly impossible time dragging herself out of bed. Despite having subscribed to her cable channel’s baseball package—which she would deny if anyone called her on it—there hadn’t been one game on the night before, and sleep had come fitfully.
While she was busy not sleeping, her mind kept turning over whether Logan was using this trip to New York as a break—from her. Fyra’s numbers were up. Logan’s ticket sales had gone through the roof. There was little reason to continue seeing each other. But she didn’t want to be done. Selfishly, she’d used their publicity campaign to pretend their relationship was real, and she’d liked it far more than she’d expected, especially given that it had been a very long time since she’d spent time with a man outside of bed.
As she dressed in a teal-green suit and did her makeup, she tried on the idea of casually mentioning to Logan that maybe they could still see each other occasionally, if their schedules permitted. Which sounded crappy in her head and probably wouldn’t be improved by saying out loud. The problem was that she didn’t know how to tell him that she wanted something more, something real, when she had no clue how to do either one.
When she got to the boardroom, Cass was already there, keying in the virtual meeting details on her laptop. Alex and Harper popped up on the split screen TV.
Harper blinked. “Holy crap. What is that around your neck, Trin?”
Fingering the pink diamond that she couldn’t bear to take off, Trinity frowned and opened her mouth to say it was a loaner, and to her absolute mortification, she burst into tears instead.
Cass shoved her chair back and rounded the table to pull Trinity into an embrace, a trick and a half since her expanding belly got in the way. But Cass pulled it off with her typical togetherness, murmuring soothing words until the waterworks subsided somewhat.
“I’m sorry,” Trinity sputtered. “I don’t know what that was about.”
Alex and Harper made noises and talked at the same time until Cass shushed them.
“I think I speak for everyone,” Cass said with a smirk, “when I say we’ve all been there. Let me guess. Things with Logan aren’t so fake after all.”
“That obvious?” Trinity thought about putting her head down on the boardroom table, right on top of the printed materials she’d brought for the campaign. “I don’t know what’s real and what’s fake and why I’m upset about it or what to do about it. I can’t sleep and I’m exhausted all the time.”