Blow - Kim Karr Page 0,52
here until we reopen on Tuesday. There is nothing for you to do until then. You need a break. You’ve been going nonstop for weeks. I’ll come in tomorrow and restock, and then stop in on Monday to check the deliveries.”
“You sure?” I asked, feeling guilty leaving her to do all the cleanup.
She nodded. “I’m sure. You got any plans?”
“No,” I said emphatically.
“Not going to see Mr. Big Dick?”
I gave her a little shove. “Stop calling him that.”
“Well, are you?”
“Honestly, I have no idea.”
“Hey, he doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to be involved with the Mafia, so I wouldn’t worry about that.”
I smiled at her and answered, “I’m not.” I wasn’t sure if that was true, but wasn’t sure it wasn’t, either.
Peyton had no idea what was going on with my sister. In fact, I’d told her she was in rehab for drug use, like I’d told everyone else. I felt bad lying but knew it was for the best. The fewer people involved, the better.
“Good. If he asks you out, go.” Apparently, Peyton wasn’t finished with the conversation about Logan.
I rolled my eyes.
“I mean it. Just ignore what I said earlier. That was stupid of me to bring it up.”
“Already forgotten.” I winked.
She gave me another squeeze. “Have a good night.”
“You too.”
Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I plan to.” She made a rather vulgar movement with her hips.
“Not that good,” I added with another wink.
“It’s our first date, and it took him a month to ask me out, so I won’t get my hopes up.”
I had to laugh. “You’ve gone on more first dates in the short time I’ve known you than I’ve gone on in my entire life.”
Not that dating had ever been on my mind.
She responded with a hearty dose of laughter. “What can I say, I love men—just not the same one for long.”
As we started to walk in different directions, I half turned. “Oh, and you’ll call me if any good deliveries arrive?”
There was a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Yes, I’ll call you if the sex toys are delivered. Are you antsy to check them out?” She winked.
“Peyton,” I admonished. “No.”
She shook her head. “Whatever you say. Oh, and Mr. Big Dick would be a great place to start.”
No words. I had no words.
“I’m talking about the dating scene.” She tossed the words over her shoulder with a giggle. “Not the sex toys. But both would work.”
The thought hadn’t escaped me.
But it wasn’t going on a date with him that had been on my mind.
LOGAN
It wasn’t the same table.
The floor had been ripped up and replaced.
Yet the kitchen still held the ghosts of that night.
My father set his fork and knife down. “Logan. What’s on your mind, son?”
I’d been silent about Elle and O’Shea since I’d arrived over an hour ago. I’d even agreed to eat dinner with him, which I never did.
Not here, anyway.
I pushed the plate of chicken and rice away and tried to pull my shit together. I needed to man up. I couldn’t sit at the fucking kitchen table in my father’s house and eat dinner?
I lifted my eyes to his but kept my head bowed. “That it’s time for a face-to-face with Patrick.”
He slid my plate back toward me. “That’s not a good idea.”
Man up, I reminded myself. I raised my fork to my mouth but with each bite I chewed, I felt more and more like I might explode. “Why not?”
He plowed a hand through his hair. “You know why.”
My fists clenched under the table. “So what? His prick son has a hard-on for me. It’s not going to change anything.”
In frustration, my father shoved his chair back and pointed his finger at me. “I’m warning you, Logan: you go anywhere near Patrick or Tommy after all these years and mention O’Shea, it will set off all kinds of warning bells.”
I stood up. Paced to the counter. To the refrigerator and opened it. To the sink to pour a glass of water. Fuck, he was right. Besides, he was stuck in Boston for life for what I’d done; I couldn’t risk getting him into trouble either.
His eyes were on me.
Tracking me.
I could tell.
Finally, I asked, “What if I give you the money to deliver to Patrick?”
My father practically choked. “You know we’re talking about ten million to settle the score?”
I leaned against the counter. “Yeah, I do.”
“Even if you had that kind of cash handy, why would you give it up for someone you just met?”
I shrugged.