I should be listening to the advice he’s giving me but I got stuck on sweetheart. That’s the first time he’s called me anything else other than Mia.
When he leans in to hug me, all I can think about is kissing him. At the last second I chicken out and my lips skim over his cheek. I hug him tightly, and standing on my toes I bury my face in his neck.
“I want what’s best for you, Mia, and this is not it,” he whispers and it makes me tighten my hold on him.
He doesn’t let me go and we stand wrapped in each other’s arms for a few minutes longer.
I was in love with the boy but after tonight it’s clear that I’m obsessed with the man.
As I walk him to the door, I’m already thinking of ways to see him again.
“I left my business card on the table. It has my number and address on the back. If you need anything phone me.”
“I will. Thanks, Logan,” I say, meaning every word. “Thank you for always listening to me.”
“Anything for you.”
He always says the right thing. My heart never stood a chance. From the first moment I saw him, he owned it.
Before he leaves he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. His lips linger longer than it’s socially acceptable. The tingles remain long after I’ve closed the door behind him.
Chapter 6
Logan
I knock on the door, and when Rhett looks up, I walk into his office.
“I got the new documents signed last night, so that’s taken care of.”
He leans back in his chair. “For Mia?”
“Yeah.” I place the copies I made for him on his desk.
I take a deep breath, feeling exhausted from tossing and turning all night. I’ve been running different scenarios through my head, each one ending with Rhett beating the shit out of me for daring to look at his sister. This talk is inevitable though. I want Mia, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure she feels the same about me. I clear my throat and push through. It’s now or never.
“About Mia -”
“I’m worried about her,” Rhett interrupts me. “I don’t like that she’s living in Washington Heights and working at night.”
I let out the breath I was holding. “I spoke to her last night. I gave her some advice. She knows how we feel.”
“What do you think she’s going to do?” Rhett hasn’t stopped worrying since we first found out what had happened.
“I think she
needs time to process it all, but she’ll make the right decision in the end.” I believe in Mia. She might be soft and caring, but she’s not someone who backs down.
“That friend of hers, whats-her-name, I don’t trust that chick.”
“Josie?” I agree with him there. I get crazy vibes from her. “I know what you mean. Last night, when she got home, she had a fit about Mia being late for work. I don’t think I’ve seen her be nice since we’ve met her.”
“What do we know about her?”
“Nothing … yet. I’ll ask the PI to dig a little.” That reminds me. “He let me know that he can’t trace the phone. Whoever had it got rid of it.”
“Fuck! That was our only good lead of finding whoever’s fucking with Mia.”
“He did mention something interesting though,” I say when I see how despondent Rhett looks. “Why would someone hi-jack Mia’s social accounts, email, and phone? He thinks whoever did it, could’ve done it to alienate Mia in some way. You know, cut her off from everyone. This person almost succeeded in doing just that. It worries me, Rhett. If that’s really their goal, then what won’t they do to succeed?”