“I think you do that as well.”
He rolled closer. “I know, but I can’t do it live. Not at the level Bobby can. We talked—we talked a lot. He went to Carmen and told him if they wanted him, they had to sign me as his partner. He didn’t want a studio giving him songs, he wanted to sing what he wanted, which is something RR wanted to support. And he wanted my songs.”
“And Carmen agreed, I take it.”
Logan brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “It’s a bit more complicated than that, but yes. I will work with Bobby. Write my songs. Do some studio work with him. I retain the rights to my work—that was the biggest sticking point. RR wanted to own them, but I refused. Bobby refused to sign until I was happy, and they wanted him desperately. He’s huge—his EPs have been ripping up the charts and are being played everywhere. Ravaged wasn’t the only label lusting after him. Some big ones in the States were after him too, but he wanted Canadian. He wanted a label that would respect him and his artistry. Much like I did. The only difference is he had the clout to demand it.”
“Bobby became your clout.”
“Yes. We finally reached a compromise, but there have been a lot of meetings and talking.” He huffed a sigh. “I’m so sick and tired of talking and listening to lawyers.”
He pulled me tight to him. “I wanted to tell you everything, Lottie, but I was under orders not to say a word until the deal was done. And frankly, I was certain something would happen and the deal would fall through, so I was too afraid to say much. Even now, I’m not supposed to talk about it. But I can’t keep this from you.”
“What about teaching? Are you giving that up?”
“I asked them to get another full-time person in to cover the mat leave. It’s not fair when there are so many teachers looking for hours and I have another source of income. Plus, I don’t want to do that to the kids. They need stability. I still want to sub if I can, but I have no idea what my days are going to look like. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends as it is, and I can’t do that much longer.”
I ran my hand through his hair. “You do look tired.”
He frowned. “So do you. I thought so last night. Beautiful, sexy, but tired.”
I dismissed his concern. “I guess we’ve both been working hard. Logan, I’m so proud of you. So excited for your future.”
“Our future.”
His words made my heart beat a little faster.
“Our future.”
“This is going to change my life, Lottie. Our lives. I can offer you something. Financial stability—a future.”
I frowned and sat up, pulling the blankets around me. “You already had something to offer me, Logan. Yourself. I don’t need anything else.”
He pulled himself up, facing me. “I know, my Snow Queen. But now I bring something to the table your father can’t sniff at. What they paid me, what I can make with my words, my music, will set me up for life. I see a future with RR.” He cupped my face, his long fingers warm on my skin. “All because of you.”
“No. Because of your music.”
He shook his head. “But without you, I never would have been heard. You, Lottie, are the key to everything good in my life.”
“Then I guess we’re a good team.”
He kissed me. “The best.” He hesitated then asked, “How much trouble is this going to cause between you and your father?”
I hadn’t been thinking about my father. Or the office. All I had been thinking about was Logan and how proud I was of him.
I shrugged. “I’ll deal with it. This had nothing to do with my father, the deal, or anything else, except your talent. The fact that it was Bobby who insisted on this deal says it all.”
“Still, he won’t be happy.”
I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. “I don’t know. The more successful this merger is out of the gate, the better the reputation is. Which reflects on the company that helped bring the investors to the table. I think Prescott Inc. comes out looking even better.”
“Let’s hope your father sees it that way. I don’t want him blaming you for this.”
“There is no blame. Everyone wins here. If my father can’t see that, then it is his problem. If he wants to punish me for it, then I’ll take it and move on. Won’t be the first time.”
“I hate that,” he growled.
“It’s fine.” I squeezed his hand. “Your life is going to change, Logan. You get to do something you love.”
He studied me for a moment. “Our life,” he said softly. “Are you really worried, Lottie? What do I have to do to convince you?”