Chapter Thirty-Eight
Mia
Logan drove me to the airport and gave me a kiss good-bye, one that promised that, when we saw each other face-to-face again there would be many household casualties from our reunited activities.
As soon as the plane was in the air, I strode to the back room where a bed was and passed out for the whole flight home. I was exhausted and didn’t care if the plane crashed while I was asleep. It was worth the lost hours of dreams.
Jay was waiting for me at the airport in one of the town cars, and for a total of five minutes on the drive to the hotel, he managed to hold in his excitement of knowing what I had gone out to Utah for.
“So, I’m guessing I can markHave sex with Loganoff the calendar then? Or should I book that particular venture every day for the foreseeable future?” His shit-eating grin along with his words brought heat to my cheeks.
“You just couldn’t control yourself, could you?”
His eyes widened, and dare I say, his smile got wider as he threw his hands up in the air and then pointed a finger at me.
“Me? You just couldn’t control yourself! Leaving the gala early, hopping on a plane, and banging your life coach in a competitor’s hotel all day! I just hope you left butt cheek marks all over the place and smeared some love juice all over their couches, those furniture-stealing bastards.”
“Oh God.” I covered my face, mortified.
“Yeah, you did, you little siren you. Well, good fucking job. I’m glad you took what you wanted. You’re a badass boss bitch. About time you realized it.”
I peeked at his face from between my fingers, seeing if he was joking, and nothing but pride showed on his features.
“This is embarrassing.”
Almost as much as the conversation with Mom and Gia the other night about having sex with Logan. Which had me making a mental note to never admit to them that we’d had sex. A lot of sex. Like all-over-the-hotel-room sex, in positions with names I couldn’t even pronounce.
“My boss is a freeeak,” Jay sang.
I was grateful that the soundproof window was up, so my driver wouldn’t be mortified along with me.
“Okay, okay, moving on. Tell me about business.”
Jay rolled his eyes at my attempt to change the subject but gave me what I wanted. Everything was fine, as normal. I’d have to leave in a week for my trip to Vegas, and then there was a gala the following week. All was right, and I felt like I could handle the few weeks to come. Including whatever was to happen between Logan and me.
Thoughts of him and what we’d shared followed me to the hotel and up to my home.
Even as I showered, every movement reminded me of what we had done and what I prayed was to come.
But there was something else digging at my thoughts as I lay down to take a two-hour nap before heading over to my parents’ house for our Sunday dinner.
It wasn’t just a simple crush on my life coach that I felt anymore. It was something more, something real, and it gave me a little flutter in my tummy.
I liked him a lot—that I knew. It was obvious, and everyone could see it. But I’d liked plenty of guys before, even Wallace.
I snuggled my Baymax and closed my eyes. Attempting to clear my head and see his face, that smile with those blue eyes looking at me like I’d hung the moon and painted the stars.
Feelings of joy and surprise and serenity filled me, all the way to my red-painted toes.
Had Wallace ever made me feel like this when I thought of his face, waking up to him every morning as he was asleep on the pillow beside me? What had I felt then?
Security, safety, and stability.
I’d never felt this overwhelming peace inside me.
I knew then what was happening. I was falling in love with Logan. A love like I’d never been in before, an uncharted sea of emotions that I had no sail for.
But among the fear settling inside me—the fear of the unknown, the fear of unrequited feelings, and the fear my own future demise—was hope.
