so hopefully this impromptu and completely ridiculous meeting would be over quickly. If all Mom had wanted was to make her feel guilty over Birdie, why had she insisted on bringing Susan along? Toni was pretty sure that Susan was her plan B, in case her guilt trip of a plan A failed to entice Toni to go home.
“What are you doing this afternoon?” Logan asked.
Toni glanced at him. Weren’t they going to spend the afternoon in bed? She was ready for another marathon session of lessons. They scarcely had time for sex on concert days.
“We need to be at the airport around five,” Mom said. “We have an evening flight.”
They weren’t even staying one night? Toni was starting think her Mom had completely lost it.
“Toni and I are heading to the track in a couple hours. If you want to come—”
“What track?” Toni asked, picturing herself running along behind him, panting from exertion. Running was not her idea of a good time.
“Motocross. They have a fantastic track set up just outside the city. Every time the band tours here, I burn energy on a bike.”
She wasn’t sure if she’d enjoy watching him zoom around in a circle on a dirt bike, but she did want to spend time with him and participate in his interests as much as possible.
“I want to go!” Birdie said. “I can ride a bike.”
“He means a motorcycle,” Toni said.
“He said bike.”
“Sorry, I should have clarified,” Logan said. He pulled out his phone and started flipping through his photos. “I’ll show you what I mean.”
He passed his phone to Toni, and she was stunned by how hot he looked in a form-fitting racing suit with knee and elbow pads. In the photo, Logan was leaning against a red mud-flecked dirt bike, holding his helmet against his hip. Did the man always look devastatingly gorgeous? She was going with a definite yes on that.
“Let me see!” Birdie yelled, startling Toni out of her musing.
“Bernadette, keep your voice down at the table,” Mom scolded.
Toni handed Logan’s phone to Birdie, who sat on her opposite side. “Oh, that’s a big bike,” she whispered. She touched the phone’s screen and scowled. “Who is this girl?” she asked.
Logan’s eyes widened and he jumped up so fast, his thighs hit the underside of the table, rattling dishes. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said as he grabbed the phone out of Birdie’s hand.
“She had no shirt on,” Birdie informed the table, looking with wide eyes from Toni to her mother. “I saw her boobies!”
Mom laughed, for whatever reason finding this—of all things—hilarious.
“That was taken months ago,” Logan said, inching down in his seat as if trying to slide under the table.
“Why are you looking at her boobies for, Logan?” Birdie asked.
“I’m not.”
His face was beet red, and Toni enjoyed watching him squirm. She was sure he’d seen thousands of boobies in his life, and she doubted he’d regretted viewing a single one until called on it by a nine-year-old with Down’s syndrome.
“Did you look at Toni’s boobies too? She has great big ones!”
Logan glanced at Toni out the corner of his eye before snorting on a laugh. “I didn’t notice.”
“Bernadette, this is not an appropriate conversation to have at the breakfast table,” Mom said, though she was still grinning ear to ear.
Birdie ducked her head in shame. “Sorry.”
Toni touched the back of Birdie’s head. “Eat your breakfast.”
They somehow got through the meal with their relationship intact. Logan had to listen to a long-winded, one-sided conversation about raising chickens, but at least Birdie was no longer asking questions about boobies. Thank God.
After breakfast, Mom pointed out the conference room where they would meet shortly. Toni and Logan headed upstairs to collect the messenger bag where she’d stashed her laptop.
“Sorry you had to deal with that,” Toni said to him.
“I didn’t mind,” he assured her, drawing her against him for a much too short kiss. “It’s kind of nice to recognize the dysfunction in other people’s families.”
Her mouth dropped open in mock outrage, and she smacked his ass. “Are you insulting my family?”
“Birdie is a sweetheart.”
“And now you’re trying to change the subject?”
“Yep.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I need to go hunt down Butch and have him arrange a morning at the track. Will you be okay alone with your mother and the dragon lady?”
His concern touched her far more than it should. “I’ll be fine.”
“After this day is over, I think a full body massage will be in