Pistol Whipped - Ashley Bostock Page 0,15

been that horrible last night that he thought he needed to reprimand her. Had she? Her memory was pretty fuzzy. She remembered the beginning of the evening, complaining to him about Cody, but aside from that, she didn't remember much else.

She had finished her wine coolers in record time, and she vaguely recalled drinking some of Blake Bryant's micro-brew—something she rarely drank. She enjoyed the taste but didn’t want the unwanted weight on her hips. It wasn't like she had a drinking problem by any means so why it was so important that they talk when he came back was beyond her. Maybe this had something to do with his father’s firm and he’d made a decision.

That was probably it. It had been plaguing him for quite some time now, that he must have made a decision. Although he never mentioned anything about it last night. What decision could he have possibly come to while sleeping? She swore Logan was the only guy she knew who could, while sleeping, come up with a plan and make decisions. The next morning he would always be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, happy with a decision he made overnight.

Selfishly, she loved Logan. If he moved to Manhattan, it would be the first time in their lives they would be separated for longer than a month. They talked or texted each other every day and saw each other almost as much and if he moved to the East Coast, she would rarely see him, if ever. If his father’s law firm was exactly as Jack said it was, there would be no way Logan could ever find time to come back to Colorado. He would be too busy keeping afloat his father’s multi-million-dollar empire. He wouldn’t have time for her.

The same was true for her. She had Lolita to run. Not having been open very long, it was her first priority. She had to make sure it would succeed. She wouldn’t be able to take too much time off and even if she did, Logan would still have work.

It was a hard place to be in. She had avoided delving into the pros and cons of what would happen if he chose to move away. He would make a lot more money. He would become emotionally closer to his father. He could see him more than he did growing up. Granted, he did see his father growing up, but he would actually be able to spend father/son time with him. Bond with him. Maybe they would go fishing on their days off.

She would miss him to death. She would miss his help around her store. Miss having someone there that always wanted to see her at a moment’s notice. He was someone that understood her—he got her. Many times, they could share a look and know what each other was thinking without having to verbally confirm the thought.

But she did want the best for him….whether that was in Colorado or New York, she wanted him to succeed. She wanted him to have the best possible life. She wanted him to be happy.

She had yet to hear from him the whole day. She sent him a text. Make it ok? How is Jack? Happy to see u? Almost immediately he responded. Made it. Jack is happy. Been meeting with Hiroshi Miyamoto. Just took a break. A break? It was after business hours on the East Coast. Jack really was a glutton for punishment. Are u hired?

Yup…feeling ok? Lock my house up? Gabbie confirmed that she had locked his house up and told him she was feeling better than when she had woken up. She thanked him for the pain-relievers and orange juice, and he told her he would talk to her later once he finished up.

He didn’t seem too serious as his note implied…they needed to talk…maybe he was just trying to spare her feelings. He did that for her sometimes. When they were in college, he had repeatedly lied about his test scores—always telling her a number that was less than her scores. She would have never known otherwise except one day she was waiting for him to finish showering and was sitting in his dorm room and there sat the same test that he had just told her he hadn’t done that well on. She had to corner him and force the truth out of him, where he finally admitted that he generally fibbed—he’d called it—to spare her feelings. That was when she’d realized he