He runs a hand through his hair. “Okay, I’ll pick you up.”
I nod as Pippa steps into the room, throwing her hands in the air. “Here you are. What are you doing?” Watching Logan and me, she adds, “Looks like I need to kick your ass, brother. However, this is bad timing. Reporters are waiting to interview you. Nadine, too.”
Logan nods and leaves the room. Immediately, Pippa hurries to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. “I have a feeling cupcakes won’t cheer you up. This is tequila territory.”
Despite myself, I laugh. Then I draw in a deep breath. “I’ll need to crash at Ava’s place tonight. I’ll talk to Logan tomorrow.”
“You can stay with me,” Pippa says. “Now, I need you to smile and charm reporters. There are people from Vogue and Elle who want to talk to you.”
“Bad timing,” I mumble to myself.
“Unfortunately, life tends to be a series of badly timed events,” Pippa responds. “Go get them. This is your night.”
I hug Pippa. “Thank you for everything.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Logan
I wake up the next day with my head pounding as if I have a nasty hangover. The truth is I barely slept.
I check my phone and find a text from Nadine.
Nadine: I went to the store early. Can we meet there instead?
I’m about to reply when the doorbell rings. Maybe she decided to come here instead? I open the door and find Sebastian and Blake bickering. Interesting.
“What are you doing here?” I ask them.
“Sebastian called and told me to meet him here. I obeyed,” Blake answers with a smirk. “And I brought breakfast.” He holds up a bag from Wendy’s.
“Fast food?” I ask as I let them in.
“Best hangover burgers,” Blake says.
“No one’s hung over but you, Blake,” Sebastian retorts.
Blake shrugs. “Not my fault you two skip the best part of the Bennett show after-party: cocktails.”
“I’m starving, so the burgers will do,” Sebastian says. He and Blake exchange glances as they sit on my couch. Suspicious glances.
“You’re plotting something against me,” I tell them both.
“Against isn’t the right word,” Blake remarks, grabbing a burger himself and handing one to Sebastian. “But Pippa told us about the situation with Nadine, so...”
“So, what?” I challenge.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Sebastian asks. Burger in hand, he paces by the large window overseeing the city.
“I’ll talk to Nadine today. I’m supposed to pick her up in an hour.”
“What’s your strategy?” Sebastian inquires.
I stare at him. “Dude, I’m talking about a conversation with my woman, not a fucking business meeting about mergers and acquisitions. What strategy?”
“He means groveling strategy,” Blake says, and Sebastian nods in agreement.
I’m used to Blake being a smart-ass. What I’m not used to is Sebastian siding with Blake. Lately, alliances change faster than the wind in the Bennett family.