Page 118 of Snared Rider

“What’re you suggesting? I just pack up my old life and start afresh?”

“I’m suggesting you come home, where your family is, where you’re loved, where people will take care of you, and I’m suggesting you recapture your happy.”

This sounds good, particularly given the death of my relationship. But coming back is a big move, one I’m not sure I want to take. Can I really go back to small town living? Then again, my job doesn’t pay me enough to afford anything decent accommodation-wise in the capital, so ending things with Alistair made the choice for me. This is a bitter pill to swallow because if I can’t afford accommodation, I can’t stay and that means everything I’ve achieved is about to unravel.

“But my job—”

“Fuck your job, Beth!”

“That’s all well and good but I have bills to pay, Logan.” I’m also technically homeless, so the bills are a moot point. I don’t tell Logan this, of course.

I wonder if Alistair has already set fire to all my stuff…

“I’m not saying don’t work, Beth. Although if you don’t want to that’s fine too.”

This man…

“Yeah, and what do I live on? Fresh air? Magic beans?”

He studies me for a moment, then says, “I have more than enough to take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”

Take care of me?

What the hell? Since when did I become a chore? When did I become his chore? I’m not Logan Harlow’s responsibility.

“I don’t need nor do I want you to take care of me.”

“No, you probably don’t because you’re smart and independent. Work, don’t work—do whatever you need to do to feel fulfilled.” He squeezes my hand. “You don’t have to be tied to London. There are other options. You can do whatever you set your mind to.”

“So, I just quit my job and hightail back to Kingsley?”

“Sure. Why not?”

His words floor me. I’m sure if I told Alistair I was planning on quitting my job he’d have a coronary and then have me sectioned under the Mental Health Act. Logan… he wants me to be fulfilled.

Happy.

I swallow my emotions, which are now threatening to overwhelm me.

Bloody Gin!

“Moving back home isn’t simple, Logan.” And not just because he is here. “There isn’t work for me.”

“My understanding is what you do can be done from anywhere.”

To an extent this is true.

“Well, yeah I guess—”

“Then do it. Fuck working for the man, babe; you’re too driven to be someone else’s bitch.”

I narrow my eyes at him as something occurs to me. “Have you and Dad been conspiring with Dean?” Is this why they asked me to look at their marketing for the garage? To get me to stay? To show me there are job opportunities in town?

His expression is entirely innocent, and I don’t buy it for a second. “We want you home. I want you home. Whatever I need to do to make that happen I’ll do. You want the capital to start your own business, then I’ll help you. If you don’t want to take money from me, the Club’ll help you.”

“Dirty money?” I scoff. “No thanks.”

“We have capital tied up in the businesses we run legitimately.”

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