“If you’d feel better about it, you can come with me.” Logan had no idea where the invitation had come from. He heard the words, but surely he didn’t ask her to meet with Brice. It was bad enough she’d already met Shaun and Morgan. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“I’d like that.”
Great. She agrees to the one thing I want her to say no to. Got to love women.“Okay. I’ll set it up. We normally meet at a bar not far from my office. Will that be okay?”
“Just text me the address when you confirm with Brice, and I’ll meet you there.”
He’d much prefer picking her up, but that wouldn’t make any sense since he literally could walk to the bar, and she wasn’t in the city.
They spent the rest of the night looking through the other details. Nothing else jumped out at him. Then again he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. What he did get was a good idea that she was the only one who believed her grandfather was murdered. He empathized with her. From what he’d seen she’d tried every avenue, and he really was her last hope. And I’m not sure I can help.
When he dropped her off at her apartment, he once again kissed her lightly. Even in that brief contact, he could feel the stress of what tonight’s endeavor had done to her. “Cori, don’t think about it anymore. We’ll meet with Brice. If there is anything odd, he’ll pick it up. And then we’ll know what to do from there.”
“And what will that be, Logan?”
“I’ll use every resource I have to find out the truth about what happened to your grandfather.”
Her eyes watered, and he knew he’d be lost if she started crying again. Thankfully she contained them. “No matter what the answer is, I know it wasn’t an accident. I just know it.”
She turned and walked into her apartment building. He knew if Brice said it was normal, it’d break her heart. And if Brice confirmed her suspicions, then the pain of reliving it was going to hurt her like hell. No matter what happens, I’ll be here for her. Someone has to be.
Cori tossed andturned. She’d never expected to be sitting with Logan discussing the fire. If anything she figured one day she would confront him with the proof that his father was responsible.
She was so conflicted about not telling him her suspicions. If Brice came back supporting her theory, was that the time to tell him? Should she wait until she had more information? And what was he going to think once she told him? It’d look like she used him and that wasn’t the case. Well, not totally.
Deception wasn’t the way her grandpa would’ve handled things. He was always upfront about his feelings and opinions. Logan had been so sweet and supportive. How could she not tell him everything? Her lack of sleep was coming strictly from guilt. Tomorrow, no matter what, she needed to come clean with him.
That was going to be hard because she knew he would never trust her again. Especially after I pleaded with him to trust me. She’d spent so long being angry and hating the Hendersons that she didn’t know any other way. Until she got to know Logan better. And once he started opening up about his feelings for the family, she started to see them in a way she hadn’t before. As people.
Sleep wasn’t going to happen for her, so she got up, showered, made coffee, and decided to work. No matter what was going on, she still had a job to do. Normally she dreaded doing it, but not after what Logan had said about her writing. She’d never felt much pride in what she was doing, but now she looked at it differently.
Her fingers flew on the keyboard, and the words flowed like never before. They weren’t just words but an extension of herself. Cori had put everything she had into this article. She gave it one last read through and smiled. Once again the subject matter made her grin, but the content was damn good. She not only did herself proud, but the women she’d interviewed as well.
Hitting send, it went off to her editor. Morning had come, and she felt so positive about the day. All of her work had been completed, so she was going to need to come up with something else to occupy her time until she met with Logan and Brice. Going back to bed was one option, but right now she was happy, and that seemed too good to waste sleeping.
She went back to her room and changed. Today she wasn’t going for a jog or anything else like that. Cori was going to take a drive and walk on the beach. It’d been so long since she’d done that. Right now she wanted to feel the warm sand between her toes, enjoy the sun beating down on her, and take deep breaths of the saltwater air as it moved against her skin.
When she headed out the door she knew one thing: today was a good day, and she was going to do everything she could to make it last.