She shrugs and looks at Miller. “Do you dance?”
He gives me a look, and I know if we were alone, he’d be cussing me out right about now. “Yeah, I can dance.”
She looks Miller up and down, and even I can see the dollar signs in her eyes. Miller may be covered in tattoos, but he’s obviously well off. His suit is designer, and the man just screams money. “You’ll do.” She shrugs.
I put my hand on Miller’s shoulder. “Thanks, brother. See you two at the table.”
I turn and go in search of Bree. I see her across the room, talking to my sister. I almost reach them, but as soon as she spots me, she practically runs from the room without a backward glance.
I’m about to chase after her when my little sister steps in front of me, blocking my path. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
I’m in trouble. If Skyler is cussing, I’m definitely in trouble. “Look, I know I fucked up, but I’m trying to fix it.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot. “Really? You’re going to fix it?” She leans toward me, and it would have more effect if she were taller. “So you didn’t plan this to get back at her?”
I shake my head. “To get back at her? You mean at Bree?”
She nods. “Yes! I’m not sure what that means, but that’s what Bree thinks, and so help me Logan, if you did this on purpose?—”
I cut her off. “Sis, you know me, I would never do something like this on purpose. Now please, can I go fix this?”
She uncrosses her arms and puts her hands on her hips. “You better fix this, Logan Brody, because I like her, and the woman obviously loves you and?—”
“I’ll take care of it.”
I’m letting Skyler’s words surround me as I walk through the door that Bree walked through. She’s walking out of the ladies’ room, and when she sees me, her jaw tenses, and she stops. Fuck, she’sbeautiful. Her red dress clings to every curve of her body. Her hair is up in some kind of knot, and she’s got tendrils hanging down. Her lipstick matches her dress, and I want to kiss it off her, right here, in front of everyone.
People are walking up and down the hall, mostly ignoring us, but it wouldn’t take much for us to become the main attraction.
She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her cleavage up. I would gape at her if I thought it wouldn’t piss her off even more. “Bree, listen?—”
She stops me with a sharp laugh. “I don’t need to listen. I hear you, loud and clear. I get it.”
She tries to walk away, but I stop her by holding her shoulders. She jerks from me and huskily whispers, “Don’t touch me, Logan Brody.”
I hold my hands up. People are starting to stare, and I look around. There’s a small conference room just a few feet away. “Look, give me two minutes.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
Desperation hits me hard. “Bree, baby, please, you have to believe me, I didn’t plan this. I would never do something like this and?—”
She taps her foot. “So you didn’t plan a date with two women tonight?”
I wince. Fuck, it sounds bad when she says it. “Listen…” I take a step toward her but don’t reach for her like I want to. I gesture to the door off to the side. “There’s a conference room right there. Please, just hear me out.”
She walks away from me, and I’m about to beg again, but she stops outside the conference room door. “Two minutes.”
She breezes into the room, and I follow.
I have to fix this. I have to.
CHAPTER 14
BREE
I’m so upset I’m shaking.
I’m embarrassed, and I don’t know what to do with that. I’ve never been in this situation before, and all the pitying looks from Logan’s siblings is enough to make me want to leave Whiskey Run and not come back.
