Logan - Lane Hart Page 0,18
to my boss. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever lied to anyone before. That means I’m going to be really bad at it. Before I respond to his email, I decide to wait for Brayden to wake up and ask her what she wants me to say.
“Morning,” her voice suddenly calls out from behind me, nearly making me jump out of my seat.
“Morning,” I repeat once I’ve recovered.
Glancing over my shoulder, I’m not prepared for the sight of her. Brayden’s stunning in the early morning sun. Her dark hair is wavy and tousled, going all over the place like someone’s fingers have been tugging on it. And the white t-shirt in daylight may as well be made of glass for all the coverage it provides.
I force my eyes to stop staring and look back out over the ocean instead.
“I, um, I ordered breakfast,” I tell her. And of course, the first thing I think about after seeing her is what I just did in the shower, which makes me feel so guilty I wish I could take it all back.
“Great, thanks. I’m starving,” Brayden says.
When I allow myself another quick glance at her, her hand is rubbing her stomach, which tugs down the V-neck of her shirt an inch or two and reveals the slope of her breasts. It may not seem like much, but it may as well be a fucking mile in my dirty mind.
When I nearly drop the phone in my hand, it reminds me of the email and manages to erase some of the dirty thoughts for now.
“Your dad emailed me…” I start to say.
Brayden takes a seat in the wicker chair next to me. Thankfully or unfortunately, she tugs the collar of her shirt up higher before she responds. “He emailed? Wow.”
“Yeah, he’s, ah, really busy with that golf fundraiser,” I say in his defense even though we both know it’s a load of horseshit. “Anyway, what should I tell him? I’m not very good at this lying thing.”
“Here, let me do it,” Brayden says, holding out her palm for my phone. “I’m an expert at lying,” she says, which is surprising.
I’m guessing, based on what she told me about her family and friends not knowing about her stalker that whatever lies she tells, it’s not to hurt people, but only to hide her hurt from everyone. And that seriously pisses me off that she’s been suffering without anyone even being aware.
Since it’s not any of my business, I hand over my phone, trusting her to figure out the best thing to say to her father.
Brayden reads aloud to me as her fingers type rapidly. “Walter, it’s good to hear from you. While I’m certainly making progress, it looks like the criminal justice process here may take longer than we anticipated. I’ll be in touch when I know more. Sincerely, Logan.”
“Hey, nice job,” I tell her when she hands the phone back for me to proofread before hitting send. I don’t change a thing. “None of that is actually a lie,” I remark, impressed with her careful wording.
“That’s the art of lying by omission. The good thing about the omission is people have no idea you’re lying to them if you’re the only one who knows the lie,” she explains.
The sudden pounding on the door from inside the villa causes Brayden to let out a small yelp.
“Just our breakfast,” I tell her as I get up to go answer it. I still put my eye up to the peephole to make sure before I open up.
Letting the server inside, I stand back as he sets everything up on the small, two-person table and collects the dishes I put there from last night.
“Thanks,” I tell him, handing him a tip as he leaves the room.
“Ready to dig in?” I call out to Brayden, who is still sitting on the balcony.
“Yeah,” she says before she comes inside. “Sorry I’m so jumpy.”
“It’s fine,” I assure her as we take a seat at the table. “Did you sleep okay?”
“God, yes,” she says. “I was so tired. I think I could sleep for twelve more hours. What about you? You look tired.”
“Yesterday was hectic. Made it hard to wind down,” I hedge rather than admit that my cock was a persistent steel rod that wouldn’t go down all night.
Chapter Nine
Brayden
While Logan won’t admit it, I’m pretty sure he was uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with me last night. He didn’t move an inch until right before the sun