My Vegas Groom (The Greene Family #3) - Piper Rayne Page 0,63
we’re outside and the sun beams down on us, I sigh.
Logan places his finger under my chin and brings my face up to look at him. “Don’t give him a second thought. All he cares about is the money from the fight.”
I nod, lips pressed together tightly.
“I’m going to talk to him about the way he’s talking to you. It’s unacceptable, but I figured you didn’t want to be there when I did.”
He’s right. Not that I’m shy about confrontation, but Vince makes me feel like an unwanted distraction. Maybe to him, I am, but not to Logan.
“Can we talk tonight?” I ask. Everything in me is telling me to run before things fall apart, but this man is my husband, and I made a commitment to treat him as such. Which means communicating with him when I feel uneasy about what’s to come.
Logan tilts his head.
“Nothing big. Just you go back to Vegas soon and I want to see where we stand, get prepared for any changes.”
He places a light kiss to my lips. “You got it.”
“Thanks.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Nikki, I’m your husband.”
I sigh at his declaration. He really does take this seriously. “See you tonight.”
“See you.” He kisses me one more time.
I turn away, walking back toward the house. I wish I could get rid of this feeling in my gut that the happiness between us is about to be tested. As much as Logan has reassured me, I can’t shake it. Maybe there is something to listening to your gut like Logan says.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“We’re still dating, Mr. Stone.”
Logan
I walk back into The Grind, ready to give Vince a piece of my mind, but he’s on the phone, laughing with someone. When I sit down, Craig glances over and hurries to tell Zoe bye so he can join us. He can always tell when something’s wrong with me. Which happens with Vince a lot, at least these days.
Politely waiting for Vince to get off the phone, I wait until our eyes meet. He must see something in my face, because he sits up straighter and his laugh dies before he tells the person on the line that he has to call them back.
“Sorry, I got word about Dale Campbell looking for a manager,” Vince says.
I lean back in my chair. “So the rumor is true? You’re looking to take on someone else?” He opens his mouth, but before he can answer, I put up my hand. “First, let’s discuss the way you talk to my wife.”
“Wife?” He points at me then looks at Craig with an expression of ‘listen to this guy.’ “A little quick to be her protector.”
“Vince.” Craig shakes his head, but that won’t shut Vince up.
“She is my wife. We’re together.” I whisper so no one overhears us.
“Together? Of course you are. You came here on your fucking white horse and bought her a bunch of shit. We’ve been over this, Log, she’s using you.”
I inhale a deep breath and stand. “If you want to continue talking about this, we’re doing it somewhere else.”
I burst through the doors of The Grind, Vince and Craig right behind me. I don’t stop until I’m at the storefront I bought to reno for Nikki’s podcast. I’ve been working as much as I can on it without Nikki’s knowledge, and Craig has been helping me during our breaks. I took to heart what Hank said, and after he showed me a few things, I got started.
The three of us walk inside, and I tell the crew I hired to do the soundproofing—since I want it done right—to take a break. They leave, staring at all of us. They can probably tell that none of us are happy right now.
After they leave, I turn the lock on the door. “Vince, you’ve been my manager a long fucking time and I’d hate for our relationship to go south because you’re acting like a jealous girlfriend.”
He holds his hands in the air. “What’s this place?” he asks as if he didn’t hear me and looks around.
“It’s none of your business,” I say, then I get mad at myself because the hell with what he thinks. “Actually, this is a studio for Nikki to do her podcast.”
“You have to be shittin’ me. You bought her a place to do a podcast and you’re what, redoing it for her? A bit much, isn’t it?” He walks around as if he’s foreman of a construction crew.