I hug her. “You would be just fine. But I’m going to make this a lot easier for you.” I kiss her cheek. “Get some rest. You have a busy day tomorrow. But don’t worry; I’ll take care of everything.”
“So, I see that you won the bedroom argument last night,” Logan says as I take a seat at the bar next to him.
“Yeah, I did. But your sister won the clothes fight. I had to take all my clothes to the dry cleaners today for them to attempt to get the beer out of them.”
Logan laughs.
“It’s not funny. Your sister is annoying as hell.”
“And you aren’t?”
“When is she leaving anyway?”
Logan takes a drink of his beer. “Not sure. Probably when whatever job she came here for is finished.”
I grin and sip my own beer.
“What’s so funny?” Logan asks.
“I got the job that she came here for. So, my guess is, she won’t be staying much longer.”
Logan raises an eyebrow. “Victoria didn’t get the job?”
I shake my head.
Logan frowns as he stares intently at his beer.
I slap him on the back. “Relax. I’m sure she will find something back in California.”
Logan shakes his head as he stares at me with wide eyes. “You don’t know Victoria at all, do you?”
“Of course I do. She’s the same girl we used to pick on all those years ago when we were young.”
Logan laughs. “She’s not the awkward tomboy you used to know. And she’s not going to just let you push her around and not fight back anymore.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter. Lily made her decision, and she chose me, not Victoria. She can fight all she wants, but the decision has already been made.”
“Maybe. I don’t want to get in the middle of things between my sister and my best friend. But, if I were to bet, I wouldn’t count out my sister.”
“Whatever. Let’s just celebrate my victory tonight and forget about Tori.”
I lift my beer, and Logan clinks his against mine. I take a sip. Logan raises the glass to his lips and then grins, lowering it and looking at something behind me.
I don’t have to turn around to know who’s standing behind me.
“Hello, Tori,” I say, using the nickname that apparently drives her crazy.
“Hey, Logan,” Victoria says, ignoring me to walk over to Logan.
They hug, and then Victoria takes a seat next to Logan at the bar.
“What can I get you to drink?” the bartender asks her.
“I’ll take a beer,” Victoria says. “And they will each take another beer as well.” She slaps the cash down on the bar to pay for all of our beers.
I narrow my eyes at her as she slides my beer over to me.
“What’s this for?”