“So I guess Logan finally has a date for the occasion,” Reagan said. She offered Toni a suggestive wink.
“Me?” Toni sputtered. She clapped a hand over her suddenly thundering heart.
“Who else? You are his girlfriend, aren’t you?”
“Not really. No.” She’d thought that maybe she was until Logan had debunked that myth half a dozen times at the after-party the night before.
“So you haven’t spent every moment of the last two days with him?”
“Well, yeah.”
“And he isn’t so possessive of you that he immediately wants to fight every man who so much as glances your way?”
“I guess, but—”
“And he left the after-party alone last night because?”
Was that unusual for him? “Um.”
“Because Reagan is an excellent cock blocker,” Jessica said, reaching out a fist to knock her knuckles against Reagan’s.
“So why is he so jealous?” Reagan pressed.
“He’s just—” Just what? What was he exactly? “He thinks he has a special claim over me.” And only because she’d been a virgin. Not because he was romantically jealous. She was sure of that much.
“And that’s why he can’t take his eyes off of you,” Reagan said.
“Right.”
Reagan shook her head at Toni. “Girl, we need to have a long talk.”
“About?”
“About using your power to get what you want.”
And what did she want exactly? Toni glanced over her shoulder to find Logan watching her as he continued his squats.
Logan. That was what she wanted. Who she wanted. And not just as a temporary sex coach. Or a justfriend. As her forever.
“I would appreciate some advice,” Toni admitted.
She wasn’t the only woman in the room being closely watched by a man. Sed always had at least one eye on Jessica and now that Reagan’s bodyguard had returned to the gym, he was doing a poor job of pretending he wasn’t watching her. Perhaps it was time for Toni to employ her cleverness.
“Maybe you can give me some pointers on how to catch the attention of that guy,” Toni said, nodding in tall, dark, and obviously smitten’s direction.
Reagan’s eyebrows arched. “What guy?”
“That guy over there who keeps staring at us.” And by us, Toni meant Reagan, but the woman’s reaction was priceless.
“Ethan?” Reagan squeaked and almost face-planted on her treadmill.
Finally! A name to go with the face. And the body.
“Yeah,” Toni said. “He’s quite attractive.” In an I’ll-rip-out-your-spine-and-use-it-to-stir-my-coffee kind of way.
“I think he’s taken,” Myrna said, snorting on a laugh.
“Really taken,” Jessica added.
Reagan cringed and shook her head at both women.
“He does appear to have a crush on Reagan.” Toni sighed as she continued to try to work some information out of the tight-lipped woman.
“What makes you say that?” Reagan said, her grayish-blue eyes locked on her treadmill display.
“Well, he watches you constantly.”
Reagan laughed. “He is my bodyguard. That’s his job.”
Touché.
“Besides, I thought you liked Logan,” Reagan said.
“I do,” Toni admitted. She so much more than liked him. “I just figure he’ll tire of me sooner rather than later.”
“Oh, honey,” Jessica said. “We really do need to have a long talk with you.”
Myrna shut off her machine and slowed to a walk before hopping to the floor. “It’s been lovely,” she said, “but I need to get back to Malcolm. My boobs say it’s feeding time.”
“It was great meeting you,” Toni said. “Maybe you’d let me interview you about what it’s like to raise a child on the road with a rock band.”
Myrna smiled. “You’ll have to read my book to find out,” she said. “I should have it finished in about eighteen years or so.”
So that would be a no on the interview.
Toni set her equipment down—she wasn’t getting any work done anyway—and took Myrna’s spot on the treadmill. She set a brisk walking pace. She and Birdie often took their border collie for long walks, so she was used to this level of exercise. All the strength training and weightlifting going on across the room was far beyond her current ability. But it was fun to watch in the mirror in front of her treadmill.
A few moments later, a pair of men entered the gym. She immediately recognized the black spikey hair and tattoos of Brian “Master” Sinclair, and his laughing partner in crime was none other than Trey Mills.
“I’m surprised he’s out of bed,” Reagan said with a self-satisfied grin.
“Where Brian goes, he goes,” Jessica said.
Ethan’s attention had finally shifted from Reagan, but he didn’t look pleased to see the new arrivals. Maybe he was jealous of Trey’s relationship with Reagan after all. Strange thing was, Ethan’s cold stare of animosity wasn’t