Logan tenses just hearing my voice. He holds a hand up. “I’m sorry, can you excuse us for a minute?”
Amy is taken aback but nods her head. Logan stands up and gestures to the door. “Bree, can I see you for a minute?”
I leave my notebook lying on the table and uncross my legs. “Sure.”
I stand up and follow him out the door and into his office. I stop a few feet away from him and wait for him to say something.
He gestures behind me. “What was that?”
Perplexed, I wrack my brain because I have no idea what he’s talking about. “What was what?”
His jaw tightens, and he cracks his knuckles. “Why were you in my meeting?”
Stunned, I rear back. “Oh. Uh, Zach always had me sit in on his meetings. It saved time because then I knew what to order, what dates and times we had available for installations, and everything.”
His silence is too much for me, and I can’t stand it. “I mean, if you’d rather meet with big boobs on your own, that is perfectly fine with me.”
Even I can hear the jealousy in my voice, and I hate it.
Logan opens his mouth. I wait for him to tell me to go to my desk or to go to hell or something, but he actually smiles at me. “You know what? You can sit in.”
He turns away, and I can only follow him back to the conference room. The rest of the meeting has me wishing that I’d never met Logan Brody. It’s obvious he knew I was jealous and is really playing it up now. He’s openly flirting with Amy, and it’s taking everything in me to remain in my seat. Bythe end of the meeting, I’m staring down at the notepad and refusing to look up.
I just can’t do it.
Seeing him smile at the woman across from him as they make flirty touches with each other makes me crazy.
“Bree,” Logan says.
When I hear my name, I look up, and there’s no hiding the hurt on my face. “Yeah?” I ask, void of any emotion.
Logan is surprised by the look on my face, and I shake my head. “Sorry. What are you asking me?”
For the first time in three months, he speaks to me softly. “When is our first available appointment?”
”Alex has availability in the afternoon next Tuesday.”
Amy gasps. “Alex? But no, I don’t want just anyone at my house. Can you do it?” she asks Logan.
I’m about to throw my pen at her when Logan nods. “Sure.”
He looks at me. “Put her down for Friday afternoon.”
I nod, jotting down the note even though I know I don’t need to write it down. There’s no way I won’t be thinking about this stupid appointment the rest of the week.
Because I can’t take another minute of this, I push away from the table and stand up. “Well, I’ll let you two finish up.”
Without another glance at them, I walk out of the room. It’s at least fifteen minutes before they come out of the conference room, and then Logan walks Amy out to her car. My stomach revolts, and I feel like I’m going to be sick.
Seeing Logan with another woman, watching as she pawed at him and flirted, literally tore my heart to shreds. It physically hurt to watch.
That’s how Logan felt.
I don’t know where the thought came from, but now that I’ve thought it, I can’t get it out of my head. I’m sure it killed him to see me at dinner with another man. I’m sure he felt sick seeing me kiss someone else when I belonged to him.
The day has caught up to me, and I can’t hold it in a second longer. I shut down my computer and grab my laptop and purse. I stop by Alex’s office andknock on the open door. “Hey, I need to go. Can you lock up today?”
Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it. I don’t blame him. I haven’t left early one day in the last three months. Hell, I’ve worked overtime most days, but I can’t be here when Logan comes in from walking Amy to her car, probably with that bright red lipstick on his lips.
