“You look confused.” He belts out a laugh. “C’mon, you’re her assistant. You don’t need to pretend you don’t know.”
I raise my hands in defeat. “I’m confused because I have no clue. I don’t really watch television or keep up with this stuff. I had no clue who Emerson was or you. I’m sorry. Life back home is different.”
“Really? But you must have Googled her and all this shit would have come up?”
My head swings left to right. “Nope. I prefer not to let that get in the way of our working relationship. I’m here to help her. I don’t need her life story to do that.”
“I like you. Every assistant she’s employed has had an ulterior motive. You’re different.”
“I hear that a lot.” I sigh, still unsure whether ‘different’ is a good thing.
“It’s not a bad thing. Look, you’re young. Just keep your head strong. You seem to come from a stable family background, so don’t let people out here sway you into a different lifestyle. Emmy changed when she moved out here. She became one of them, but things changed one day. The moment she withdrew herself from that life.”
“I’m assuming you mean the reality show?”
“So, you do know.”
“Only that much. Not the details of it,” I tell him.
Logan places his cell down, resting his elbows on the table and rubbing his temple. This topic appears to be a sore point. His body language immediately shifts, on guard and strained with anger.
“Wesley needs to not to be around her.”
That name. Anytime it comes up, it’s bad news. But here is my chance. Without typing his name in a search engine, I will get the truth about Wesley.
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“It’s none of my business, so please, tell me to butt out. I understand why Emerson is attached to the business, but why on earth would she choose a business partner like Wesley?”
There’s an unopened bottle of water in the middle of the table. He grabs it with force, screwing the cap off and drinking the water, stopping mid-way.
“Wesley’s her ex-fiancé. He’s being a dickhead and holding on just to stay close to her. That’s why I need you to keep an eye on him. I mean, you have to deal with him now. That’s what I told Emmy.”
The other day both of us were supposed to meet with him. I didn’t know whether he knew that she was meant to be there. The last thing I want to do is cause an argument between them, so I keep that information to myself.
Then, the penny drops loud and clear. Did he say ex-fiancé?
Emerson steps outside, singing Baa Baa Black Sheep to baby Lola. She hands her over to Logan, and he throws her into the air, laughing at her small giggles.
I’m confused, dazed, and the vibration of my cell doesn’t register until moments later.
Wesley: I need to see you.
“Milana? Milana, are you okay?” Emerson leans in, breaking my trance.
“Boyfriend,” Logan mutters.
“Oh, right. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”
“It’s complicated,” Logan fills her in.
Emerson crosses her arms in a huff. “Logan, can you let her answer? Maybe you need to leave. Girl talk.”
He mumbles something beneath his breath while standing up and cradling the baby in his hands. There’s a patch of grass near the patio with a small swing set. Moments later, Lola is giggling in the baby swing as he pushes her gently.
“Okay, that man can be a painful ass sometimes. I’m sorry about him. You look upset?”
“No, I’m fine,” I reassure her, not wanting this to get in the way of work. “How about we finish reading over the contracts? I’d like to head home soon and work on your itinerary for your trip to Phoenix.”