The Trouble With Quarterbacks - R.S. Grey Page 0,50

stifled a groan. “Yes, and maybe the next two nights too.”

“Really?”

I looked down at my parfait, more than a little bummed. I was already on the schedule for tonight, and I knew I needed to swap with someone so I could work Friday instead of Saturday. The thing is, with Logan inviting me to that gala, it means I need to buy a dress. I don’t just have “fancy dress” funds sitting idle in my bank account, so I figured I’d need to pick up another shift Thursday night too to help cover the cost. I felt awkward explaining that to Logan, though, seeing as how I could have probably hawked the breakfast table I was eating at and been able to pay my rent for half a year.

“Yeah, just busy season and all,” I said, keeping the truth close to the vest.

He furrowed his brows but didn’t argue as he carried his coffee toward the table to sit near me.

“How did you sleep?”

I blushed a little. “Good. And you?”

“Better once you got back in bed and latched onto me.”

“What?! I only did a little cuddle. You were the one to drag me underneath you. Could barely breathe, really…”

Drat. I’d assumed he was asleep when I did all that. I guess not.

We chatted for a bit after that, about everything that was on his schedule for the day and the plans I had for my 3s class. Then he had to dash off to his meeting and I decided to leave with him, so we rode in the lift together, him holding my hand, and then he kissed me right before the doors swept open and we walked out into the lobby.

I was not at all prepared for the loads of paparazzi out on the sidewalk, snapping away.

In fact, I froze at first, thinking for a second they were there for someone else before they started shouting Logan’s name.

Logan totally ignored them and moved toward Pat’s waiting SUV quickly, but I couldn’t take it. It was bloody early in the morning and we were only trying to hop in the SUV and get to work. How dare they hound us like that? Maybe they thought he didn’t care, but I sure did, and I decided to tell them.

“Can’t you lot clear out? I think it’s quite rude for you all to gather here like this. Don’t you have something better to do? There’s a nice café just a block over. They’ve got these cream pastries and nice foamy lattes. If I were you, I’d—”

Logan had to get in front of me then and cut me off from their view. Their cameras continued to snap away, but I didn’t care one bit.

“All right, c’mon,” he said, backing me up toward the car. “They’re not going to leave.”

“They might if you ask them to!”

Then I peered around his broad chest to see if they were scattering like cockroaches—as I expected they would be—but Logan was right. My words hadn’t affected them in the least! If anything, they only snapped photos with more zeal, shouting Logan’s name and asking for mine.

I groaned with anger as Logan loaded me into the back seat of the vehicle.

Pat was on my side, of course, cursing the paps right along with me as we pulled away from the curb, but Logan was only smiling and shaking his head, unperturbed by the insanity.

“Next time maybe I’ll give them a real piece of my mind,” I threatened.

“Oh yeah?” he teased. “I thought that’s what you just did.”

“What? That was mild! Next time I might just tell them all to sod off.”

“They’d love that. It’d give them more to report in the magazines.”

“Magazines!” I cracked up then. “You’ve lost it if you think I’m going to be in any magazines.”

There’s no way I’m important enough to be featured in any magazine anywhere, but Logan’s words are still haunting me. The whole day I’ve wondered if maybe I’ll become important by association, just by hanging around him. What would they even call me in the captions beneath the photos? Logan’s lady friend? Logan’s loony acquaintance? Some wild woman on the street? There’s no way they’d think we’re together. It’s mad even to me, and I’m the one who had him on top of me last night!

I’m actually relieved to have my shift at District in the evening because it keeps me ultra-busy, running round and grabbing drink orders. Wednesdays are nowhere near as packed as weekend nights, but we’ve still got