“Watch movies.” I headed for the closet I now shared with her. “You like that. I’ll join you when I get back.” I retrieved a black tee from the shelf.
“Where are you going?” She raised her hand and swept back her hair in a languorous movement. It pushed her breasts forward and damn, I found it utterly sexy. My body hardened. Before my plans got laid to waste, I put the damn shirt on. Answered. “To the offices, to see my father. I’ve made a decision.”
She eyed me for a moment, then nodded.
“Oh, by the way,” I said, sitting beside her and pulling on my socks and boots, “Mrs. Renner called last night, said something about her son coming back?”
“Darn.”
I glanced sideways at her. “What’s wrong?”
Logan gently rubbed her bandaged wrist, lines creasing her smooth brow. “I was renting this apartment while her son worked overseas, but with him coming back, we’ll have to find a new place.”
I kissed her brow and rose. “Don’t worry about that for now. Rest, I’ll be back in a few hours, and we can discuss it then.”
“Max?”
I picked up my cell from the nightstand, and at her wary tone, I looked at her. “Yeah?”
“I spoke to your father…well, more like told him off—”
“What?”
She grimaced a little. “At the mansion. I overhead, Max—I wasn’t eavesdropping,” she hastily added, “but the study door hadn’t shut… I was really mad and hurt at what he’d said, and I told him exactly what I thought of his awful attitude toward you, and what he’d missed out by not giving you a chance…”
As I listened to her, my chest tightened. After she was done, she eyed me warily.
I dropped to the bed like a felled tree and hugged her tightly, unable to swallow past the lump in my throat. This girl. “You’re amazing, you know that? Most would run, not confront my father.”
A wry smile tipped her mouth. “I was too furious to be scared.”
“Thank you, baby, but you don’t have to fight my battles.”
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe. But I love you, and no one gets to rag on you like that.”
An hour later, I strode into the lobby of the steel and chrome skyscraper of Sinclair Investments Inc. As usual, heads turned when I crossed to the bank of elevators, their frowns of distaste evident. Clearly, with my biker appearance, I didn’t fit the mold for this place.
Like I cared. I rode the elevator up to the top floor, still in daze. I couldn’t get over what Logan had done.
Hell, it sure would have been something to see, the legendary Iceman slain by my girl.
As I stepped out into the corridor, my cell beeped. Retrieving it from my pocket, I glanced at the truncated message and frowned at the name. Mr. E. S. Soames. He was one of the trustees of my mother’s estate. With my luck, it was probably to reiterate that I wasn’t getting a penny from the trust until I was on my deathbed. I opened it. And scanned the message…
Seems my trust fund was mine now. I had to meet with him—
“Mr. Meade-Sinclair?” I looked up at my father’s PA. Her fake smiles and barely concealed disapproval were starting to annoy. At my cold stare, the smile died. Cool, professional once more. Good.
“I’ll let him know you’re here,” she said.
I slid my cell back into my jeans pocket, cooled my heels, and waited while she put through the requisite call stating my presence.
“He’ll see you now, Mr. Meade-Sinclair.”
I walked into my father’s domain. Cool, gray eyes studied me, edged with curiosity as I strode across to an armchair and sat down. After the fracas at the hospital two nights ago, he probably didn’t expect to see me. I didn’t bother with pleasantries. If I could help it, I would never speak to him again, but I wanted to work here, so the devil had to be paid his dues.
“My degree, I’ll finish it part-time.” I got straight to the point. “I want a job here. I don’t care if I start in the mail room.” I wasn’t sure if they had one of those anymore. I’d work my way up from janitor level if need be. As Logan was my heart,thiswas my heritage. And I’d damn well claim it.
After a minute of silence that was starting to grate, my father rose and crossed to the sideboard. He poured a finger of bourbon, looked back at me. “You want anything?”
