after Logan had collected his room keys from Butch.
She’d wanted to bring her dirty clothes so she could head off to a laundry and wash them. She wouldn’t have time for that nonsense either.
“It’s not a big deal. We pay someone to come clean up after us on every off day. It’s their job. You wouldn’t want to deny them their job, would you?”
“I suppose not, but I should at least pay them out of my own pocket.”
Logan chuckled. Then he brushed her hair behind her ear with one hand. “I don’t think they’ll notice a few extra socks in the mix. Unless they drive themselves batty wondering why the mates to those socks have vanished.”
“I hope they don’t discard them. My sister would be so upset.”
“Your sister?”
She pushed her glasses up her nose with the back of her wrist. “It wouldn’t interest you.”
“When are you going to figure out that everything about you interests me?”
Her slight smile and the blush on her smooth cheeks made him want to kiss her.
“Birdie had a very hard time learning how to dress herself,” Toni said. “One morning she came into my room before the sun had risen, so proud of herself for having picked out her clothes and put them on without help. Her striped shirt was on backwards and her floral print leggings were wrong side out and she had on two different socks.”
The look of love on Toni’s face as she talked about her younger sister made Logan’s heart swell. He wondered if anyone would ever wear that expression while thinking of him.
“I was tired and not ready to get out of bed yet, so I told her she’d done a good job but her socks didn’t match. I was hoping she’d let me sleep a while longer, to be honest. So off she went to find matching socks. But then she couldn’t find the mates, and she was so upset. I helped her search and we eventually found them in my sock drawer. I put them on as a joke and it made her so happy that we were both mismatched, but matching, that it became a regular thing. Every time we go to a store we buy several pairs of socks and divvy them between us. That way we’re always mismatched but matching. It makes Birdie giddy.”
Logan kissed her forehead. “And here I thought you were just quirky.”
She grinned up at him. “I’m plenty quirky,” she said, “but mostly I’m a slave to the happiness of those I love.”
She said the word love so freely, he had no doubt she felt it deeply. And he envied her for both abilities. The elevator doors opened on the top floor just in time to stop him from spouting some sentimental bullshit he was sure to regret saying later.
“This is a nice hotel,” she said, studying the narrow corridor. “Which room is mine?”
“You’re staying with me.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
She poked him in the gut. “Yep.”
He released an exaggerated sigh. “I thought I was going to have to resort to jerking off.”
“You can still do that,” she said so quietly, he almost hadn’t heard her.
“You’d like to watch, wouldn’t you?”
She shrugged, but he remembered what had happened the last time he’d stroked his cock in her presence. She’d become a self-taught expert at sixty-nine.
“I know it turns you on.” He slipped his key card into the slot on his door, glad the rest of the band had decided to stop at the restaurant for dinner before heading to their rooms. With the exception of a rather discreet member of their security team camped out next to the elevator, the corridor was empty. “What else turns you on, Toni?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, scowling with introspection. “I do plan to find out tonight.”
“And all day tomorrow.”
“I doubt we’ll need the extra day to figure it out. I’m not all that complicated.”
“You’re the most complicated woman I ever met,” he said as he opened the door to their room.
She laughed when some of the balloons blocking their entrance floated out into the hall. “Is this the right room?”
Logan batted his way through the red balloons, sending them bouncing off each other and the ceiling and Toni. There were several vases of flowers, tiered trays of chocolates, a silver bucket with chilling champagne, and the biggest strawberry shortcake he’d ever seen sitting on a table. Several sacks, which Logan assumed contained the requested sex toys, were lined up against the far