And with every step, that one word keeps replaying in my head.
Nice.
By the time we crawl into bed, I’m not just annoyed anymore.
I’m pissed.
“Good night,” Logan says, completely unaware, and pulling the covers over his head.
I stand in the doorway, watching his silhouette settle into the mattress.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I slip my slipper off my foot and chuck it.
My aim is terrible, but it still smacks him square in the ass.
“What the hell?” He sits up, staring at the pink Croc now lying on the bed. Lifting the sheet, he swings it off onto the floor.
“Is that all you have to say?” I snap. “Nice?”
He looks at me, genuinely confused. “What else am I supposed to say?”
“I don’t know.” I wave my hands helplessly. “But a few encouraging words wouldn’t hurt.”
Sitting up, he drags a hand over his face. “You’re right. I’m sorry. That wasn’t-” He stops when he sees my expression. “Fair.”
I stay where I am, arms crossed.
“I just…” his voice trails off. “I guess I always figured if you ever went back to work, it’d be with us. You know. The company you own half of. Not some asshole who couldn’t stop staring at your chest.”
My brows shoot up. “I thought you didn’t remember him.”
“I don’t,” he says quickly. “But you were wearing that silver dress, and no red-blooded man on the planet wasn’t staring.”
A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it.
I step closer. “You really want me to come back to RD & Associates?”
“Yeah,” he says like it’s obvious. “I loved working with you. And yeah, I supported you staying home with the kids, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t bummed out.”
“Oh,” I say softly, climbing onto the bed.
“What about Mackie?” I ask.
“What about her?” he says.
I stare at him. “She’s the manager,” I say slowly, like he’s missing something obvious. “The position I had.”
He shrugs. “She’s more of a follower. Don’t get me wrong, she’s good at her job, but she needs guidance through everything. You were different.”
I tilt my head. “Different how?”
“You were my equal.”
Something warm settles in my chest.
I smile at him. “You miss me.”
“Of course,” he says, like I’m the idiot for even asking.
