Page 233 of Sin Bin

“Totally.”

Rosalie and Meadow sighed deeply and flopped back against the couch.

After a few moments of silent contemplation, Meadow gave her aunt a sideways look. “What else has you so giddy this morning? I can tell you’re stoked about more than Dad’s breakup.”

A big grin stole across Rosalie’s face. “You know me so well.”

“I do. Now spill it.”

Rosalie’s face positively glowed. “I received the most unexpected call this morning.”

“Really?” Meadow felt herself grinning. “A call from who?”

“Take one guess.”

Meadow stared at her aunt in dawning amazement. “Are you telling me you got a call from Barrett? Dad’s best friend? The man you’ve been pining after since you were a teenager?”

Rosalie laughed. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you!”

They squealed and hugged, then broke apart and shared an ecstatic grin.

“What did he say?” Meadow demanded.

“He’s in town on business, and he wanted to know if I was free for dinner. I couldn’t say yes fast enough!”

They laughed and squealed some more.

“I’m so nervous and excited,” Rosalie confessed breathlessly. “I haven’t seen Barrett in eight years. I was still living in Vegas when he came home that weekend. He and Harris went out drinking to celebrate his divorce. I remember wishing I was brave enough to tell him how I felt about him. But I was afraid of being rejected, and I knew the timing sucked.”

Meadow smiled softly. “Barrett has always been my favorite of all Dad’s friends. He was so nice to me, he never forgot my birthday and he always brought me souvenirs from his travels.”

“I know,” Rosalie said with a dreamy smile. “He’s amazing.”

Meadow giggled. “You’ve still got it bad.”

“Tell me about it.” Rosalie sighed.

“Does Dad know Barrett’s in Denver?”

“No. And you’d better not say a word.”

Meadow pretended to zip her lips. “My lips are sealed.”

“Good girl.” Her aunt jumped up from the couch and did a little shimmy, as giddy as an adolescent with her first crush. “Let’s hit the mall while we’re out. I need to find something to wear for dinner.”

Meadow grinned. “You have a wardrobe full of designer clothes.”

“True, but I want to wear something new. Something new for a possible new beginning.”

Meadow’s grin softened into a smile. “I like the sound of that.”

“You and me both.” Rosalie beamed and pirouetted out of the room, turning Meadow’s smile into warm laughter.

She returned to logan’s penthouse shortly after five.

She was wearing a short-skirted, low-cut tangerine dress with strappy black high heels. She’d bought the outfit during her shopping excursion with her aunt. It wasn’t the kind of dress she would have picked out on her own, but she loved the way she looked and felt in it. Saucy, feminine and ultra sexy.

She parked in the secure garage and took the elevator up to Logan’s floor. When she reached his penthouse, she keyed in the access code. Before she could turn the doorknob, Logan yanked the door open and devoured her with a single scorching look that turned her bones to cinders.

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