Wild Girl (Wild Men Texas #3) - Melissa Belle Page 0,21
shoots Blake a look. “You’re such a fucking troublemaker. And now you’ve got the younger Henwood on board with you.”
Riley narrows her eyes at me. “So where’s the key?”
Chapter Thirteen
Only Daddy and I know where the key is.
I hesitate for a split second before I step out from behind the bar.
Logan, Blake, and Riley follow me down the hallway to the liquor room. We all go inside, and I shut the door behind us before going over to my desk and feeling underneath for the wrapped fabric shoved inside the secret opening at the back.
I pull the little packet out from its hiding place and unroll the tightly wound fabric until the ancient gold key with the heart-shaped handle rests in my open palm. I hold it up, and it jingles on the ring as it moves.
“That thing is so freaking old,” Logan says.
“You think it doesn’t work? I may have something in my purse that can help clean it off…” Riley says.
Blake grabs the key out of my hand and races to the jail cell. By the time I reach him, he has the key in the lock and is fiddling with it.
When the cell door swings open easily, we both step backward.
“To answer your question, I think it works.” Blake grins at me and steps inside the cell.
I go in after him, and Logan and Riley follow.
“Hey, Mace, my phone’s behind the bar. Let me see yours so I can take a picture of us inside the cell.” Riley holds out her hand.
I reach into my purse. “Shit. I left it upstairs.”
She turns to Logan. “Can I use your phone instead?”
He fishes it out of his pocket and gives it to her.
She steps backward to the door and holds up the phone. “Say cheese!”
Blake puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on Logan’s and presses us closer together. “Get one of these two, Riles.”
He steps around us and scoots past Riley so he can exit the cell. She snaps a photo of Logan and me before she steps backward and…
Shuts the cell door, leaving Logan and me inside alone.
Chapter Fourteen
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I say to Riley.
She just laughs as she puts Logan’s cell phone on my office desk. “You two need some quality time together, don’t you think?”
She and Blake turn and give each other a high five.
“Y’all fucking planned this?” Logan reaches through the bars to grab the key from Blake, but he keeps his fist closed around it.
“Well, now you’re stuck.” Blake’s eyes brighten as he carefully places the key on my desk, right where I can see it but far out of my reach.
“Blake, get the fuck back here!” Logan shouts as Blake and Riley head for the liquor room door.
“Have fun, kids. Don’t let the ghost of Jane Austen scare you,” Riley calls back as she and Blake laugh and exit the room, closing the door behind them.
I curse and turn back to face Logan.
His whiskey eyes burn with irritation as he throws out one last insult at Blake.
Pushing my face against the prison bars, I look out at my desk. The chair is empty because of course I’m not sitting in it, but everything about my makeshift office looks so…tiny. And old. Almost like I could turn and walk away from it with my laptop in my arms and there would be nothing else of me I’d be leaving behind.
“Looks like we’re stuck in here until Ben or somebody comes by.” Logan’s slow drawl breaks my train of thought.
“True. Riley and Blake are just going to hightail it out of The Cowherd.” I shake my head. “So what do we do now?”
Logan takes a seat on the floor of the jail cell. “We wait.”
His long legs stretch out before him, and he suddenly looks more relaxed than he has all summer.
He pats the floor next to him. “Come on,” he says as he crosses his legs at the ankles and looks up at me.
I walk over and take a seat next to him on the concrete floor. “What a mess,” I say.
“No doubt. You and I are stuck behind bars together.”
At his words, last night’s dream abruptly floods my mind.
I inhale and try to erase from my thoughts the image of Logan and me naked inside this very cell.
But I can’t.
I can’t help sneaking a peek at him next to me. At his tight jeans, at what I know his chest looks like underneath that fitted green