“Has Rhett talked to you about working at Indie Ink?” His voice is low, sending more of those delicious shivers racing over my body.
It’s so amazing sitting here with him that I have to focus hard on the actual conversation we’re having.
“He has, but I’m not sure it’s what I want to do.”
He rests his forearms on his thighs, giving me his undivided attention. I copy his position and it makes our arms touch from shoulder to elbow. When he doesn’t move away, I take it as a very good sign.
“Have you thought about going back to college?”
“I’m not sure what to do. A week ago I was just hoping to get a better job that’s during the day.”
Logan moves, bringing his right hand to my arm. The second his fingers brush lightly down my arm, I lose all train of thought.
“Why did you stop using the trust account?” His voice is even lower than before, not quite a whisper, which makes it sound deep and oh so sexy.
I drop my eyes to where he’s touching me and stare at the goosebumps breaking out over my skin.
“I was hurting and not thinking. I wanted to prove to myself that I’d be okay on my own. Looking back I know it was stupid of me to do.” It’s so easy being open with Logan. Right now, it really doesn’t feel like we’ve spent any time apart. I actually feel closer to him now. Maybe it’s because we’re older.
He brings his hand to my face and tenderly cups my cheek. I can’t fight the urge and I lean into his touch, soaking it in. Our eyes lock and I’m so caught up in the moment that I start to lean towards him, throwing all caution out the window. He moves his left arm from between us and places it behind me, and I take it as a sign that he’s giving me full access.
His eyes drop to my mouth and my heart starts to beat wildly from the look of desire I see on his face.
This is happening. I’m not imagining things. Logan has to feel what I feel. This can’t be one-sided.
The front door opens and I jerk away from Logan. I stand up when Josie comes in, feeling like I just got busted having sex.
“You’re still here?” She looks at her watch and frowns. “It’s almost nine, shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Crap.” I rub over my face, knowing someone else already took my place.
“It’s funny how I had to beg you to go out with me the other night, but for him you don’t mind missing work,” she snaps and walks to her room. She slams the door shut.
What the hell just happened?
I’m just about to apologize to Logan for Josie’s rude behavior, when he says, “Can I give you some advice?” He gets up and places the documents back in the folder. “As a friend, who cares a lot about you, and as your attorney.”
For a moment all my mind can focus on is the part where he said he cares a lot about me.
Logan West cares about me. It’s an upgrade from like, right?
“My attorney?” I ask, and even though I’m missing work and my best friend is clearly pissed at me, I smile.
“It’s a package deal.” His smile fades and a serious look settles on his face. It’s one I haven’t seen often. “Right now you’re renting this place while working a dead-end job. I understand that you’re not sure about what you want to do, but that doesn’t mean you have to live here. Your share of the trust account is all there. You can buy a place, Mia. Right now you don’t have to work, but why don’t you come to Indie Ink even if it’s for a couple of months?”
I hear what he’s saying and I agree with it, but I feel guilty for even thinking it.
“Josie didn’t want to come to New York. She wanted to go to LA. She moved here for me.”
He brings his arm up and slips his hand behind my neck. Leaning down, he makes sure I’m looking at him.
I fight the urge to kiss him, and try to focus on what he’s saying.
“You can’t build your life around another person, Mia. You have to always do what’s best for you. If you make decisions based on what you think other people want from you, you will never be happy.”
“It’s hard, Logan.”
“I know, Sweetheart, but the hardest things in life will end up bringing you the most happiness.”