And a spa day.
Kelsey smiled as the chorus of omg yes came in from the other two.
What was she thinking?
These three would be nothing but happy for her. If things with Logan went well. Maybe by the time they went out for drinks, she’d tell them something.
She heard voices from downstairs. A lot of them.
That had to be the lawyers.
Fantastic.
Kelsey pocketed her phone and headed for the stairs. She was halfway down when she was finally able to make out what people were saying.
“I have every right to be here.” The man wasn’t exactly shouting, but his voice was pitched over all the others.
She picked up the pace, rounding the hall so she saw the entry.
Once more Dixon’s lawyer, fixer, and the kid in charge of his PR were assembled and in the entry way. Only now two cops were trying to bar their way.
“It’s okay,” she called out, even though she didn’t want to.
The officers turned to look at her.
“That’s Senator Dixon’s lawyer and friends. Let them in.” She took another drink of her coffee. Today was going to need an endless mug, that was for damn certain.
Upstairs wasn’t an appropriate place for any discussion right now.
She made the executive decision to shift things for now. When the senator appeared, he could make a different call.
“Step in here, please?” She gestured to the front office with its fake ass books. “The cleaning team is currently working upstairs.”
Kelsey led the way into the room, crossing to the desk where she set her mug down.
“Where’s John?” Mr. Bernstein asked.
Right. Dixon’s first name was John.
Kelsey gestured above them. “I think he’s still in his room. I haven’t seen him yet.”
Mr. Bernstein scowled. That answer was clearly not satisfactory enough.
Someone tapped on the door.
Kelsey shivered, and she just knew...
“Excuse me?” Logan’s deep voice said.
She swallowed and turned her head to look at Logan in the doorway to the office.
“Morning,” she said.
“Is John with you?” Mr. Bernstein asked.
“No, sir.” Logan glanced at Kelsey. “Have a moment?”
She couldn’t think of a single reason to stay where she was.
“Sure.” Kelsey strode across the room.
Logan turned and led the way down the hall to a little alcove that had a padded bench and artwork.
“Something wrong?” She cringed, then wiped the expression away as he turned.
Logan’s expression was neutral, yet she knew he couldn’t be happy with her. Not after the way she’d left things. “The new security system is installed, except for the windows in the senator’s bedroom. We just finished the test.”
So they weren’t talking about her disappearing act.
Kelsey pasted on a bright smile. “Great.”
Why did he have to pull her aside to say that?
Logan edged closer and pitched his voice lower. “I haven’t seen Dixon yet.”
“No one has. He’s still in his room, I guess?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “What time is it?”
“Eight.”
“Last night was rough...”
Logan arched a brow at her.
Shit.
Kelsey closed her mouth and swallowed. Where was her coffee mug now?
“Last night, right,” she muttered and closed her eyes. This was a conversation she couldn’t hide from. She took a deep breath and looked at Logan. “Look, I didn’t handle things well. Okay? I’m not happy with what I did. I also don’t think I have the bandwidth to really discuss this with you right now.”
Logan’s gaze narrowed. “What aren’t you happy with?”
God, was he going to make her spell it out?
She glanced over her shoulder, then edged closer to him. “How we left things.”
He nodded slowly. His shoulders relaxed a bit and his features softened. “Later sounds good.”
A huge weight dropped from around her neck and Kelsey took the first easy breath since yesterday. With that breath came a spicy scent that was all Logan. She had the urge to lean forward and bury her face in his shirt.
“Okay. Good. Thanks,” she said.
“So long as later isn’t indefinite.”
Kelsey straightened her spine. “Tonight. I’m not staying in this place a second night. Zora can get someone else to play babysitter.”
Logan merely nodded his head.
For some reason, even that irritated her.
“I’m not usually like this, you know?” She scowled at him. Wasn’t that normally his thing? The frowning and stuff?
Logan lifted his shoulders. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Great. Because she didn’t what she was really trying to say either. Or maybe she did? This sure as hell wasn’t the place to discuss it.
“We’ll talk later,” she said.
Once more Logan inclined his head. “Alright, I’m going to head up and wake Prince Charming.”
“Great. His lawyers will want to talk to him as