“We did,” Logan said. “But he could be a dick at times.”
“When his sugar was off. If he was high, which happened a lot because he didn’t always take care of himself, he was testy.”
He knew those things because he asked when others didn’t.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Is Saylor like that? You hate when people are annoyed, frustrated, or let’s be honest, just bitchy.”
“Don’t say it’s because I hate controversy. It has more to do with living with so many personalities growing up. And no, Saylor isn’t like that, but I haven’t seen her with her blood sugar high. Just low a few times and even then, not that low.”
“Considering her profession, I’d think she’d do a good job at that.”
“She does a great job. But being in the water for long periods of time, her devices might come off.”
“Like what Damon wore? Those two things. The one looked like a half egg on him.”
“The same things,” he said. “I’ve got some suggestions for her when the time is right.”
“A dry suit would work,” Logan said. “Not that comfortable but still works.”
“That’s one thing. There are several waterproof tapes she can put over the adhesive that holds her equipment on her. I grabbed a bunch for her to try.”
Logan laughed. “You really are head over heels if you’re doing everything you can to get her in the water. Do you need her to have the same loves as you?”
“No,” he said. Because he already saw how she felt about his home and the beach. If she wasn’t someone to be in the water all the time, but didn’t care if he was, who was he to complain?
His phone buzzed on his desk, it was a text from Saylor that she just pulled into the parking lot. He stood up and walked toward the door.
“Is she here?” Logan asked.
“She is,” he said. “I’m going to meet her downstairs. She’s nervous about coming in and saying who she is.”
“Who else knows about her?”
“Just you,” he said.
“Interesting,” Logan said.
He wouldn’t address that.
Rowan walked down the hall, to the front, and saw Saylor coming in the door.
“Hey,” she said. “I didn’t expect such a gigantic building.”
“Most of it is manufacturing,” he said. “Offices are on this side.”
She was looking around the reception area. There were surfboards on the walls. Framed portraits of the pros using his boards.
Plenty of pictures of him with those pros and friends alike.
Employees too.
He added pictures all the time.
“This is awesome,” she said, moving over to gaze at the gallery of photos.
