“I seriously doubt it… though, he did ask for my number.”
I hear a clatter.
“Shit, sorry,” Willow says. “I just dropped my phone.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Where did you do it?”
“His, uh, bedroom.”
“Woah, woah, hold on a second. You mean to tell me he took you up to his place, made you a sandwich, and then asked for your number?”
“You’re missing a couple of hours of mindblowing sex in between, but in a nutshell, yes.”
I can just see her wincing at my words. “Ew, again. Look I don’t wanna imply anything because we both know Logan isLogan and he can’t commit to shit, but he’s never invited anyone up to his place, literally nobody except family.”
Huh.
Daddy is a dark horse after all.
“Well, we’d both had a few drinks, it was convenient,” I say, wondering if I’m reading more into this. “And it was just one night, Wills, don’t go getting all weird on me.”
“I’m not, it’s just I’ve never known him to let someone into his space.”
I stop tapping my pen on the pad in front of me. “Okay, well, we weren’t gonna say anything, but we’re eloping. Anything to get a vacation.”
She snorts. “How is the case going?”
A change of subject may be good because I’m still reeling from the aftershocks of being in Logan’s bed.
My firm has been working on a case involving multiple businesses downtown who laundered money through a bunch of different companies. It’s messy, and there are several legal entities involved including Cini Media—one of the biggest advertising agencies in Louisiana. There are whistleblowers who worked for Cini in protective custody and security is on high alert. I don’t know for sure, but Cini Media has a bad reputation for being involved in the criminal underworld. The club looked into it, but there are layers and layers of companies over companies. I know Sawyer is still making it his mission in life to get to the bottom of it, but covering up to this degree with layers and layers of software protection can only mean they have something to hide. That isn’t my area of expertise, but the office has been engaged in this one case for the better part of a month.
“Ugh, the usual. The representative for Cini Media buried us in bureaucratic red tape, just as we predicted they would. Once the DA’s office enlisted the firm, my boss threw the entire team on the case.”
Ah, my boss Jeremy Jones. He’s been a lawyer longer than I’ve been born. He’s been good to me, but he’s a bulldog. I guess you don’t get anywhere in this business being a pushover.
“Well, just be careful, we all know what happens when the criminal underworlds are under scrutiny. They’ll take out whoever they need to to survive.”
I don’t tell Willow that for the last few weeks I thought someone was following me. Turns out, I am actually getting paranoid in my old age.
I recently watched Luna and Nova go undercover for the MC in a bid to get information from one of the assholes who was running a criminal syndicate. Maybe I’m just getting too in my head with all of it. There was a time when Nova thought her ex, Bobby, was following her. She swore she saw him a couple of times, but when Sawyer checked, he found out Bobby is in jail. At least for a few more months. No way will the MC let him breathe the same air as her once he gets out.
One might think that for a lawyer I’d be on the right side of the law, and I am, for the most part. But sometimes there’s only one way to deal with child rapists and human traffickers. And that’s putting them six feet under. I’ve seen way too many criminals and dregs of society get let off and serve as little time as possible. Sometimes it makes me wonder if I’m making any difference in the world. I want to. I try to. But sometimes I don’t know if I’m fulfilling my life’s purpose.
I’m a lawyer because my dad is one. He always had high hopes for me—well, both my parents did. My younger brother, Declan, wasn’t the academic type, so all the pressure was put on my shoulders. My parents are rich, and my mom hasn’t worked a day in her life. She likes to hobnob with the socialites and dedicate all her time and energy into her charity work.
We used to live in Pittsburgh, but my dad got a job in New Orleans shortly after I graduated. My brother didn’t make themove but he keeps in touch. We text all the time and for the last few years he’s been working in Mississippi as a tow truck driver. Declan has always been good with his hands. He’s smart too, but one of those people who just finds trouble wherever they go. I miss him.
“I’ll be careful,” I say to Willow. “I gotta go.”
“We’ll catch up this week, okay?”
“It’s a date.”
We hang up and I get back to work. My boss has us working overtime this week, and I know by the end of the day, I’m going to need a bubble bath and a glass of wine.
I don’t have any more time to think about Logan and what he’s been doing since we hooked up. I also haven’t heard from him, so when I’m one glass of wine in, and sinking into the hot suds with time on my hands, I shoot him a message. Look, I’ve never been one to shy away from making the first move. I’ve always been a risk taker, but since this is about his new foster dog, I feel like it’s safe territory.
