34
Hayley
2018
“Look at me.” Carl spins around and glares at me. I got in early this morning, and after getting ready, I ended up being late to open the shop. He hasn’t said a word, but he keeps staring at me knowingly. “When did you get back?” He narrows his eyes on me and I know that internal lie detector he says he has especially for me, is on high alert.
“A few hours after I left. It is a drive to his place, you know.” I busy myself with the cash register.
“You got laid, didn’t you?” he says in disbelief, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, his mouth agape. “Logan’s been trying to get in those panties for years, and you practically drop them for Wyatt.”
“Urgh, that wasn’t the plan.”
“Oh sure, you show up late at night, and that’s not a booty call?”
“Carl!” I gasp. “You make it sound awful.”
“Girl, I love me a man in uniform, but that one is trouble.”
“What on earth do you mean?”
“Nothing. I just don’t want him hurting you again. I may not have known you then, but he spoiled you for every other man.”
“Just promise you won’t say anything to Logan. He’s been . . . edgy, for lack of a better word.”
“So? How was it?” he whisper-shouts. “Are you guys a thing now?”
“I am not talking about that.” I duck down to gather my tools from my workstation. My cheeks are burning, and he won’t stop.
“Come on.”
“No! Let’s get to work. I don’t pay you to grill me for information.”
He rolls his eyes, and I wave him off.
He opens his diary, and his face drops.
“You okay, honey?” I ask him, and he shakes his head, a sad smile on his face.
“It’s almost at the end. E’s deliveries.”
“Oh.”
“That’s odd. The last one is—”
The door flings open, and Logan steps in. “I’d like to take London for a weekend. I’m visiting my parents.”
So much for greeting people first. “Okay, sure.” I frown.
He walks up to me, glaring down at me. “You could come too, if you want.”
“I don't think that’s such a great idea.” Not with the way you’re behaving. It took one little hurdle for his true colors to surface. He was always controlling, and now he’s got a reason to be.
He nods. “Can I get a bouquet of red roses?”
I cock a brow. “Okay, would you like a card with that?”
“Yeah.”
