“What the fuck happened to your face?
“I got in a fight with Josie.” I answer him honestly.
“The bitch laid her hands on you?”
I can see where this is going and I need to stop it now. “I handled it, Rhett. I’m not a little girl anymore. Can you help me with the bags?” I hope he hears the words and realizes I’m a grown woman.
“Mia, sorry to tell you this but you’ll always be my little sister,” he says as he brings the bags inside.
I suppress the urge to roll my eyes at him, knowing it won’t help my case of being an adult.
When he places the bags at the foot of the bed, he says, “I’ll message you the contact details for the agent who helped us get our places when we moved here. Also, there are two positions you can choose from at Indie Ink. Before you tell me to shove them, hear me out -”
“Logan already talked to me about working at Indie Ink on a temporary basis. I’m good with that, so lay it on me, what are the two positions?”
I can see that I surprised him by not arguing.
“Remind me to thank Logan,” he mumbles. “One is being a PA for me, and the other is being on reception.”
“Well that’s an easy choice,” I say, scrunching my nose. “I’ll take reception.”
He looks offended, and I fight to not burs
t out with laughter. “Why don’t you want to be my PA?”
“No offense, Rhett, but you’re too full of shit. You’d drive me crazy. I’m your sister, remember. You’re one of those perfectionists who needs everything done a certain way. No, thank you. I’m not a sucker for punishment.”
He laughs, knowing I’m right. Plus, we’d just work on each other’s nerves. I love my brother with all my heart, but I’ll never work closely with him.
“Take today to get settled and set up an appointment with the agent. There will be two of you on reception. I’ll tell Melissa to expect you tomorrow. I have a meeting in the UK, so I’ll be leaving tomorrow for a few days.”
“Do you go overseas a lot?” I ask.
“Not that much, but we’re busy with a merger, so it needs my attention in person.”
“How long will you be gone for?”
“Just a few days. If you need anything, phone Logan.”
I smile at that. I wonder if Rhett even realizes that subconsciously he only trusts Logan when it comes to me. Little does he know…
I spent the day getting settled into Rhett’s guest room and make an appointment with Suzie, the agent. She said she has a few places she can show me that she thinks I’ll be interested in.
Secretly I’m hoping that I won’t have to buy my own place but that I’ll be moving in with Logan soon. We’ve known each other forever, so it’s not like we have to get to know each other first. There’s nothing I want more than being able to spend every night in his arms.
I sit on my bed reliving the night before. Logan was so gentle with me. It was the happiest moment of my life when he told me how he felt about me, and that he’ll talk to Rhett. I don’t know what I’ll do if Rhett has a problem with us dating.
My thoughts turn to Josie, and I touch the corner of my mouth that’s still tender from where she slapped me.
I get up and walk over to my phone, and when I see that I have a message, I smile, hoping it’s from Logan.
It’s from Josie and what I read makes my smile die a quick death.
Josie: Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you. Fuck Rhett. Fuck Carter. Fuck Jaxson. Fuck Marcus. Fuck Logan. You fucked me over, just like those assholes did. I’m going to make you all pay.
I can feel the rage coming right through the message. I’m so upset that I can’t read it again.
I can’t believe what I just read. I try to remember if there were signs that Josie was a bitch all along, but I can’t think of anything. Up until we moved to New York she was really a good friend. Is my judgment of people so off that I can’t see the difference between a good person and an asshole?