It’ll be so pretty.
Just as we reach the sidewalk, I stumble over my own feet, watching in disbelief as a SUV rolls up to the curb. Hissing out a breath, I step closer to Jake, practically crawling against his side as Logan hops out.
New York City is way too freaking big for this to be happening.
There’s food truck on the curb, and he and the Mr. Arrogant guy get out to go over there, both smiling like it’s a great day. They’re in street clothes—jeans and t-shirts. Not their typical suits or anything else. Did I miss something?
“What?” Jake whispers, looking at them then me.
“Boyfriend,” I whisper back.
He wheezes out a breath before cursing, and he tugs me along to my car (which is not registered in my name or anything) that is parked way too close to them. It’s one of my many ‘burner’ cars.
The universe is trying to send me mixed signals. First it saves Dev’s fingers and tongue. Then it condemns two men to a more brutal death after I discover more than I thought possible from one late lunch. Now it’s tossing me directly in front of the man of my dreams?
“You’re going to end up running the FBI. That was absolutely amazing,” Mr. Arrogant says, genuine awe in his tone as he speaks to Logan.
“That’s not what I’m after. I’m just glad we provoked a damn confession. Makes getting home happen that much quicker.”
Mr. Arrogant groans while Jake continues to try and draw me toward the car. My ear piece is still in, making their conversation very easy to follow despite the noises on the street. Well, as long as I keep it directed solely at them, which has me walking with my head cocked.
“Back home to the Ice Queen?” the guy says, a touch of snark in his tone.
I bet that’s Carter. Or was it Chris? Craig? I can’t remember.
Logan’s smile is so damn beautiful. “Yeah. Don’t be jealous.”
C-Name guy rolls his eyes, and I watch like a swooning girl on the sidewalk as I drag my feet in my stilettos. My heart was ripped out moments ago, but just seeing Logan is soothing the burn.
“When are you going back?” C-Name guy asks.
“As soon as we know for sure the evidence has followed proper chains of command and is being sealed tight. I don’t want this one to ever get away.”
“Fucking da Vinci. The shit in your head is scary.”
I have no idea what that means.
“You haven’t seen half the shit in my head, Craig. I need to call my girl, so order me a burger.”
Shit!
I push my phone to silent, hating that I have to let it go to voicemail as Jake opens the door to my car. I get in, remove the earpiece, and let my heart sink when Logan calls. Sighing, I toss my phone aside as I stare up at Jake, who is glaring down at me.
“We’ll talk about this later. My place as soon as you can make it.”
Nodding, I let him shut my door, and I crank my car. I have two kills to plan, a boyfriend to see, and a best friend to un-piss off. And not in that order.
I’m just the typical American woman.
Or is it the typical American Psycho?
Chapter 11
The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.
—Albert Einstein
LOGAN