Chapter Forty-Two
Mia
My head ached, and my mouth was drier than the desert. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d drunk as much as I had at Tink’s last night.
But at least I’d had fun.
Today was going to be a busy day. Then, tonight, I’d have to leave for Vegas. I was desperately going to need a long shower plus some drugs to get me through it without a hitch. The showering part was easy, and I vaguely thought to myself, if Lindsey had a yoga video for when you were hungover, I would do it, but I was running late as it was.
I noticed Logan had left me a care package on the counter, and the warm sensations in my belly brought an image to my head.
“Oh no, I didn’t.”
I remembered Logan carrying me, and I talked about his six-pack. Then, I …
Crap. I’d told him I was falling for him.
Crap.
I’d asked him to stay, and he’d left.Shit, shit, shit.
I saw my purse sitting on the floor near the door and ran to it, frantically searching for my phone.
Battery life was at fifteen percent, and there was a text from Logan wanting to meet up on the beach.
Mia: Sounds good.
I had no idea how Logan would feel about my feelings or what would happen between us professionally now. My palms started sweating as I looked at the clock. Two hours until meeting with him on the beach was going to fry my nerves.
“Just breathe, Mia.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and then I let it go.
Remembering what Logan had taught me and trying to implement it in this situation.
“It’s out there, and I can’t take it back. Nothing I can do about it now, except see where we go from here. He’ll either love me, too, or he won’t. And I’ll deal.”
This pep talk was actually working. I felt my heart rate slow, and my doubt-filled head heard my words and nodded.
“Control what you can and let go of what you can’t.” I solidified my thoughts and marched back into my room to get dressed in an outfit that screamed I was confident.
A black knee- length dress with a red belt around the waist, paired with red pumps. I was ready to accept whatever the day would bring with acan’t fuck with thisattitude as I strutted out of my penthouse to my office.
“The casino blueprints are on your desk. Roger Hannah is on line one. Wants to talk to you about a raise. Tina from Oceania restaurant is on line two, but I can tell her you’ll call her back. And Misty, the wedding coordinator at our Hawaii hotel, sent over an e-mail with the wedding stats from this month.” Jay was up and walking me from the elevator to my office with a tablet full of my day’s itinerary. He’d only been in for thirty minutes, and already, he looked like he’d been through hell.
“I’ll take Roger in a moment, I’ll call back Tina, and send the e-mail from Misty over to mine. I’ve been interested to see how the profits have changed since updating the bar rules of the Ohana Sea Room.”
Jay nodded and headed to his desk to get to work, but I stopped him just before he sat down.
“Hey, Jay.” I smiled as he looked at me. “Thanks for always being there. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
I rapped my knuckles against the doorjamb two times and then slipped inside my office. I had work to do before heading out to the beach and possibly having a conversation that would define the rest of my life.
No pressure, right?
I was pretty surprised with myself that, when my phone’s alarm went off, telling me to head down to the beach, that I sat back and looked at it like it was crazy how the time had flown by so quickly. I’d been in the zone—talking on the phone and looking at the blueprints of the casino expansion for the Vegas hotel I’d be talking with the contractors about tomorrow—that I didn’t even have the time to glance at the clock with worry.
“Here we go,” I said to the universe as I walked out of the office, letting Jay know I’d be back in an hour or so.
Knowing my heels weren’t the type to wear in the sand, I took them off and carried them in my hand toward a picnic on the beach Logan had set up. He wasn’t sitting there, but I’d found his form as my eyes scanned the beach and saw a muscled tan god walking out from the water after having gone for a swim. The gray foreshadowing of a storm was rolling behind him.
