“I finished the shoot and commercial early,” I say when he picks up the phone.
“That’s a first.”
“Do you have something for me?”
“Nothinglegal,” he says with a sigh. “You’re sure these photos aren’t yours?”
“Not mine.”
“Notofyou? Not takenbyyou? You’re notinthem?”
“Nope.”
“So, this is about Sawyer then, is it?”
“This is actually about keeping one of your top talents out of jail,” I say. “Because I’ll fucking bury the dude if he leaks anything.”
“There are laws against both what you have planned and whatever he might have planned.”
“He’s a slippery bastard. Maybe being alittleillegal would be worth it. White-collar crime versus murder.”
“These are things you should not say out loud.” My agent sighs.
“Just tell me if what I want can be done. Do you know that much?”
“It can be done. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told. No name yet on a hacker skilled enough to get in and out without being detected or caught.”
“Once a photo or video gets out, it’s impossible to control.”
“Preaching to the choir, Logan. I’ve had enough of these stories break that we run a whole class on sexting, possession of this sort of content, secure passwords, and all that shit. Remember? You had to sit through it at eighteen before I took you on as a client.”
“Yeah, I remember.” At the time, the information overload felt like a waste of my time. Dalton must’ve gone to the politician’sversion of that class where you learned emotional blackmail with the same content instead.
“If you get a name of someone willing to do it, I’ll pay whatever. I don’t care how much it costs.” Other than one other time, those words have never left my mouth.
There’s a knock on my door, and I check the security camera on my phone.
She came.
“I gotta go,” I say. “Take care of this for me, so I don’t have to take care of it myself.”
“I’ll do what I can,” he says with another sigh.
I hang up and leave my phone on the island as I head to the front door. When I open it, I don’t even have time to say anything before she launches herself at me.
On instinct, I catch her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. She slides her hands along the sides of my face, and we’re kissing. With my foot, I kick the door closed, and then I walk us back to brace her against the door while I snap the locks into place.
As long as she’s forgiven me for being so fucking needy, I’ll give her whatever she wants.
“Where?” I ask against her lips.
“Where’s my package?” She scrapes her teeth against my ear.
“I opened it already.”
“I didn’t think you’d be home yet.”
“Finished early.”
