She blinked at the subject line. “Are the guys in Miralinda offering you a job? That’s good. That’s closer, anyway, although…do you want that? I thought—”
He gently closed his hand around hers, and scrolled down half a screen with his thumb. “Read the whole email.”
From: Will Parry
To: Logan Dwyer
Subject: We’re hiring
Hey, man. Hope all is well with you. It was great to catch up when you were on the island. I was hoping you could pass this email on to Victoria, because we’ve grown to the point where we need to hire an American accountant, and instead of outsourcing the financial tasks, we’d like to bring someone on to the team. A full job posting is attached. If she’s interested, she can call me at …
Tori blinked twice. The job offer wasn’t for Logan.
It was for her?
And it was in the opposite direction from Logan. No. She shook her head. “That’s very nice, but no. I’m not interested in. I don’t want to be further away from you, in a whole other country.”
“Fair enough. I’m really just the messenger. But if you want a change of scenery—”
“I want to be with you. Where you are.” The words rushed out of her, but as soon as she said them, she knew it was the truth.
“I want that, too. But I don’t want you to have to sacrifice your career for that.”
“Last time I looked, San Diego was a big city. There are probably lots of accounting jobs—” She wiggled her finger in the general direction of the mainland. “Right over there.”
“Sure. And if you want to apply for them, that would make me so fucking happy. But I’m never going toaskyou to do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” He frowned. “Because it seems wrong.”
“Well, it doesn’t seem wrong to me.”
“Okay, then.”
“Okay.” She huffed a hot, frustrated breath. “Are we fighting?”
“No.” He sat up, levering her into a different position like she was a rag doll. “We’re just talking.”
It felt like more than that, but she couldn’t put her finger on how. “I don’t want to move further away from you,” she said for emphasis. “I miss you.”
Logan moved her again, so she was straddling his lap. She could feel a new erection. Definitely not fighting. “I don’t want to rush you into something serious.”
“You’re not rushing me. But we are serious, right? I mean, I know you love me, but…”
“No buts. I love you. Fully. Wholeheartedly, but I don’t want to pressure you, either. It’s a weird place to find a balance, I gotta say.”
“What would pressure look like?”
He rolled his head from side to side and groaned. “I don’t know.”
“Tell me.”
He looked back at her, his expression tight. “Pressure might be talking about marriage, for example. I don’t know how you’d feel about a ring down the road. A proposal. All that…stuff.”
“Oh.”
“I see an endless future with you, Tor,” he said quietly, his eyes locked on her face. “Getting old together. Kids. However you want that, whenever you want that. If you want that.”
