“Logan?” He looked at her with a question in his eyes. “Can we not tell her I work for you?”
His face was completely void of expression, and his silence was a bit too long. “If that’s what you want.” Then he turned and left the bathroom.
* * * * *
Logan walked into the living room to find his sister looking frazzled as she paced the length of the room. The minute she saw him, she froze. “I’m so sorry, Logan. You never… I mean…” A blonde hair fell on her face and she shoved it away. “I just didn’t think. You don’t have visitors.”
Fixing her in a hard stare, he wasn’t about to let her off without a reprimand. “You’re right. You didn’t think.” He motioned to the couch. “Come sit and tell me what was so urgent. “
“I feel foolish now,” she said, claiming the cushion opposite Logan’s. “I embarrassed her didn’t I?” He gave her a look that said she did that and more. Her response was to explain. “I did try and call, and when you didn’t answer, I came over. I just figured you were sleeping.”
He waved off her fretting. “Talk. What’s up?”
A slow smile slid onto her painted red lips. “Carl proposed.” Gina held out her hand, and excitement lit her face.
Logan had known this was coming but it still came as a bit of a shock. His little sister was getting married. He pulled Gina into his arms and hugged her. “Congratulations sweetheart. You finally found a man who’ll put up with your shopping habits.”
Gina shoved at his chest. “That’s not funny. I don’t shop that much.” Logan leaned back and raised a brow. Gina frowned. “I pay my own way.”
Logan reached for her hand and looked at the ring. “Good thing. He’ll be paying for that rock for a while.”
“You’re terrible Logan,” Gina said. “I love Carl. That he gave me a nice ring is simply a perk.”
“I know.” Gina did like her shopping but when it came to the heart, she was genuine and down-to-earth. He squeezed her hand. “I like Carl and I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you.” She smiled big. “I’m really happy. I just had to tell you.”
They hugged for several seconds before Gina cleared her throat, pulling away from Logan, motioning over his shoulder. Logan turned and smiled when he found Lucy in the doorway. “Come join us.” He motioned her forward. “My sister was just sharing her good news.”
“I’m so sorry about barging in but I was really excited.” Gina bit her bottom lip and held out her hand. “I got engaged.”
Logan watched Lucy’s expression go from reserved to a friendly smile in an instant. She rushed across the room, tripping twice on the bottom of the ridiculously too-big robe she wore. Stopping in front of Gina, she examined the ring. She looked adorable and sexy. Seeing her in his robe made him feel possessive. Or maybe Lucy in general made him feel that way. He wasn’t sure anymore.
“It’s beautiful,” Lucy said, holding Gina’s hand in hers as she sat down next to her. “White gold settings are lovely.”
“Yes.” Gina beamed. “He did great, didn’t he?”
“He did,” Lucy said with a smile and a glance at Logan. “When’s the wedding?”
“We don’t know yet,” Gina said. “We’re thinking spring.”
Logan listened to the two women talk for half an hour. He even left for a bit and made more coffee only to find them still chattering upon his return. Finally, he decided it was time to reclaim Lucy.
Logan cleared his throat. “How much girl talk must a man endure?”
Both women laughed and Gina gave Logan a knowing look. “Fine. I’ll leave.” She pushed to her feet. “I really enjoyed talking with you, Lucy. Maybe we could go shopping or something one day.”
A flash of indiscernible emotion crossed Lucy’s face before she tucked it behind a mask. Logan’s brows dipped. What was that all about? Logan stood and hugged Gina before walking her to the door. Gina leaned close. “She’s a sweetie. You better be good to her.”
“Go home,” he told her and then shut the door. But not before he heard Gina’s laughter.
Logan returned to the living room to find Lucy on the couch. “She liked you,” he said, joining her.
Lucy smiled and let him pull her close. “She’s a character. Definitely easy to like.”
“Yes, I know.” Logan couldn’t believe how right it felt sitting here on a weekend, talking to Lucy. “She’s a piece of work, that one.”
Her hand settled on his chest, and her voice softened. “You love her very much.”
“Yes, I love her.” He nuzzled her neck. “Spend the day with me. Hell, spend the weekend with me.”
Lucy pulled back from him and gave him a wide-eyed look. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why?” Her resistance was expected.