Logan - Lane Hart Page 0,13
color in her cheeks, and her eyes are brighter.
“About what?” I ask as I focus on the food in front of me.
“What you’re gonna tell my parents.”
“Oh, that,” I mutter.
“How about this,” she starts. “Instead of lying to them, you could just not call and tell them anything until they call you.”
Thinking that proposition over, I can’t find an argument against it. If I don’t call them, then I’m not lying.
“Fine,” I agree. “But what do I tell Page? She’s going to call and want to know what’s going on with you, for Sadie’s sake.”
“Let me call Sadie,” Brayden offers. “She’s in North Carolina, so if I ask her not to, she won’t talk to anyone back home. Then, you can be honest with your sister since she doesn’t know my parents, right?”
“Right,” I say with a nod of agreement. “But how long are we talking? Your father will call tomorrow, if not sooner.”
“Three days?” she asks.
She wants me to lie to my boss for three days. Jesus!
“Counting today,” I say.
“And one of the days is when we leave? That only gives me tomorrow!”
“Fine,” I grumble as I shove a fry into my mouth and chew it up, trying to calculate out how many days I can get out of the lie that she’s still in jail and then the next lie that all the outgoing flights were full. “Two more nights after tonight. Then, the next morning we’re on a flight home.”
“Deal,” Brayden agrees, looking pretty satisfied with herself even if I’m guessing there’s still fear lurking in the back of her mind.
“But you don’t have to worry about this guy when you get home,” I assure her. “It’s easy to get a restraining order.”
“No, Logan,” she shuts me down right away. “I don’t want you to do anything or say anything to anyone about this. You’re an attorney, so there’s attorney-client privilege between us, right?”
“Not technically. You’re not paying me to be your attorney.”
“Can I borrow some money?” she asks with a small smile.
“How much?”
“How much do you charge for your services?” she asks before taking another sip of water. And, dammit, but I can’t help but think that’s innuendo.
Pulling out my wallet from my back pocket again, I pull out the first bill I come to, five dollars, and pass it to her across the bed.
“I’ll give you a discount. Five bucks to retain me as your attorney. But I’m warning you, what they say is true — you get what you pay for.”
“I think there was a woman on the street here in town who was offering blowjobs for the same price the other night,” Brayden tells me, which of course only makes me think of Brayden on her knees between my legs since I just handed her the same amount of money.
Wrong, Logan, so fucking wrong.
When she passes the money back and says, “Now I’ve paid you to be my attorney,” that inappropriate idea is thankfully shot to hell. The state bar has rules of ethics that state attorneys can’t sleep with their clients. Not unless you want to lose your license like my sister almost did when she slept with Jax.
“What?” Brayden asks, apparently noticing the fallen expression on my face.
“Nothing,” I tell her honestly, because this is good. If her being younger than me and the boss’s daughter wasn’t reason enough to keep my hands off of her, she just gave me the best reason of all.
Except, my legal brain points out that there’s no contract between us and no one else knows I accepted five bucks for payment. I tell my brain to shut the fuck up before he gets us into so much shit we can’t shovel our way out.
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Brayden
“Are you sure you got enough to eat?” Logan asks for the third time.
With a hand on my bloated stomach through his shirt that he let me borrow, I tell him, “If I eat anything else, I’m gonna be sick.”
“Good enough,” he replies with a chuckle and his palms up in surrender. “I won’t ask again. Until tomorrow morning when I order us breakfast.”
“Thanks, Logan, and I mean for everything,” I tell him again as I stretch out on the empty side of the bed. “I knew I couldn’t count on my parents, but I was praying someone would get me out of there.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank Sadie,” he says. Then, he pulls his phone from his pocket and hands it to me so that I can call her.
“I’m gonna go shower