by lowering his lips to mine in a soft kiss. His lips lightly moved against mine. There was no tongue, no clashing of teeth, and still it made me shudder.
When he broke away, he handed me my clothes and started dressing himself. “I need to get to the boutique. I don’t want you to leave and go to O’Shea’s until I’m back. Okay?”
The room smelled of sex; we smelled of sex. We weren’t even fully dressed and he was leaving? I wasn’t needy by any means, but I felt a little disappointed. I stared at him as he shoved his legs through his pant legs. “Yes, of course. We’ll wait for you to get back.”
Pulling his shirt over his head, he paused before tugging it all the way down. “Are you all right?”
I snapped out of my daze and started dressing. Not really. I didn’t know what I was, but what else could I say? “Yes. I just feel ridiculous about this whole missing-garage-door-opener thing. I doubt it’s in my other purse. You’re probably wasting your time.”
He zipped up his sweatshirt and picked up his keys and mine. I thought he’d head toward the door, but instead he strode over to me. When he was standing right in front of me he said, “No, I’m not. Just because a few hours quietly passed doesn’t mean anything has changed. O’Shea is in a load of shit and there will be consequences if things don’t go the way Patrick wants them to go. That’s why we need to get ahead of this.” He put his hands on my upper arms. “You need to find out what O’Shea has promised to deliver.”
I nodded. “I’ll talk to him tonight.”
Seemingly satisfied with my response, his expression changed. Logan was now looking at me in a new and different way. It was that way men look at women when they know they have a hold on them—half boyish charm, half devilish mischief. “Then we’ll talk even later tonight.”
I got the look then.
And I was more than up to a late-night “chat.”
“I’d better go,” he said.
I nodded. “Wait,” I called.
He froze at the door.
Not certain what he thought I wanted, I tossed out, “Don’t you want your hat and sunglasses?”
“No, I’m good.”
And then he was gone—out the door without a single glance back.
Again, I felt disappointed.
What did I want from him?
Nothing, I told myself.
But I knew it was a lie.
LOGAN
I was like a junkie.
I knew I should stop, but I just couldn’t seem to get enough. She was a drug and I was hooked. Withdrawal was going to be a bitch when this was over. She’d gotten under my skin. In my head. It was a fact I couldn’t ignore. It was a fact I needed to be mindful of.
I sniffed and cleared my mind of all thoughts of her—for now.
Pulling out my phone, I looked at the three missed calls and called my father.
“Logan?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“I’ve been calling you.”
“Sorry. I was kind of tied up.”
“We need to talk.”
“I know. Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that.”
There was a closing of a door. “Don’t worry about it. Listen, I just got back from Brighton Place. Killian was a little wound up.”
I held my breath, hoping my father hadn’t told him what we discussed. “Really? Why?”
“I don’t know. He seemed restless. The nurses said he’d been put on a new medication and that could be why.”
Phew. I took the turn a little too fast and had to lay on the brakes. “Are you going to be in the office in the morning?”
I could hear the sound of bags rustling through the line. “Yes, I have a nine A.M. meeting.”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I just went grocery shopping. I figured you’d be in town all week and hoped you’d come for dinner a few of the nights. How about we start with tomorrow night.”
Guilt nagged me. I shouldn’t have taken off on him yesterday. “I’ll try, but listen, we need to discuss O’Shea. I’ll be by in the morning after your appointment.”
“Okay, Logan, but nothing has changed.”
Traffic was light and I got to Charles Street fast. “Let’s talk then. ’Bye, Pop.”
“Goodbye, son.” He sounded worried. I hated that he did, but I also knew it wasn’t going to get any better anytime soon.
What we had to do wasn’t going to be easy.
Most shops at this end of Charles Street were closed on Sunday, so the area was pretty deserted. As soon as I