I missed seeing his smile and happy attitude. I also missed the way he watched me and was so in tune with my emotions, reading everything on my face.
We’d barely gotten to test our heated attraction to each other before he was whisked away to be there for his family. The craving for his touch and his voice rumbling against my skin was palpable. But, mostly, I just missed him. He’d become a close friend, and I didn’t believe for one minute that it was all for the program. No, Logan enjoyed being around me, too, as I liked being near him. We enjoyed each other. Not just because of the attraction, but also something on a deeper level.
My sister was practically running out the door as soon as the limo stopped in front of her house. I opened the door for her, and she jumped in like she was some thief and we were the getaway vehicle.
“Good God, you’re crushing me.”
Her body had slammed into mine, knocking me back against the leather.
“I didn’t want my husband to change his mind about watching the spawns tonight. They were already planning a dress-up party, so no doubt he’s going to have his fingernails and toenails painted by the time I get home.” Her breaths were heavy, like she’d run a marathon instead of the twenty feet to the car.
The driver began our course for Mom’s house, who did not run out like Gia had but strutted like she was a movie star. My family was crazy.
“This was a fabulous idea!” my mom exclaimed as she briefly hugged us and then settled into the limo, making herself and us a glass of champagne.
“Alla notte delle ragazze!” She raised her glass and toasted our night.
“To girls’ night!” We joined her but in English.
