He was so proud of her—that much was obvious. When he spoke about her, his eyes lit up. The contours of his face changed and he spoke with adoration. Though in her presence, he played the ignorant card and purposely riled her up to goad some sort of reaction.
“Sounds like she was the one all along.” I smile softly, admiring their love story.
“Yeah.” He grins. “Just don’t tell her that. She gets a big head.”
“I won’t, though I’m sure she knows that. So, you guys have been together for how long?”
He raises an eye, thinking for a moment before answering. “Almost two years.”
“Oh, I somehow thought it was longer.”
“Depends on what you consider together. She was with someone but the circumstances were complicated. I’m sure you know all about it anyway. The whole world does.”
My expression freezes on a smile; another moment where my lack of celebrity knowledge makes me look like a dumbass.
“You look confused.” He belts out a laugh. “C’mon, you’re her assistant. You don’t need to pretend you don’t know.”
I raise my hands in defeat. “I’m confused because I have no clue. I don’t really watch TV or keep up with this stuff. I had no clue who Emerson was or you. I’m sorry.”
“Really? But you must have Googled her and all this shit would have come up?”
My head swings left to right. “Nope. I prefer not to let that get in the way of our working relationship. I’m here to help her. I don’t need her whole life story in order to do that.”
“I like you. Every assistant she’s employed has had an ulterior motive. You’re different.”
“I hear that a lot.” I sigh, still unsure whether ‘different’ was a good thing.
“It’s not a bad thing. Look, you’re young. Just keep your head strong. You seem to come from a stable family background so don’t let people out here sway you into a different lifestyle. Emmy changed when she moved out here. She became one of them but things changed one day. The moment she withdrew herself from that life.”
“I’
m assuming you mean the reality show?”
“So, you do know.”
“Only that much. Not the details of it,” I tell him.
Logan places his cell down, resting his elbows on the table and rubbing his temple. This topic was a sore point. His body language immediately shifts; on guard and strained with anger.
“Wesley needs to not be around her.”
That name. Anytime it came up—it was bad news.
“It’s none of my business, so please, tell me to butt out. I understand why Emerson has attachment to the business but why on earth would she choose a business partner like Wesley?”
There is a bottle of water in the middle of the table unopened. He grabs it with force, screwing the cap off and drinking the water—stopping mid-way.
“Wesley’s her ex-fiancé. He’s being a dickhead and holding on just to stay close to her. That’s why I need you to keep an eye on him. I mean, you have to deal with him now. That’s what I told Emmy.”
The other day the both of us were supposed to meet with him. I didn’t know whether he knew that she was meant to be there. The last thing I wanted to do was cause an argument between them, so I keep that information to myself.
Then—the penny drops loud and clear. Did he say ex-fiancé???
Emerson steps outside, singing Baa Baa Black Sheep to baby Lola. She hands her over to Logan and he throws her into the air, laughing at her small giggles.
I’m confused, dazed, and the vibration of my cell doesn’t register until moments later.
I need to see you.