Page 4 of Knockin' on Heaven’s Noir

That’s as much as I’m willing to listen to or let this goddess be subjected to. I walk over and gently take the phone out of her hand while pulling her into my body. I feel her sink into me and wrap her arms around my waist.

“Who is this?” I ask.

“Who the fuck is this?”

“My name is Logan Gibson and I own the winery where the Stone-Young wedding is being held.”

“Why are you on Phoebe’s phone? Put her back on.”

“No, you can’t talk to her anymore. No one who treats her with such disrespect deserves to even say her name. I’m not sure who you are or why you think you can treat any woman that way, but I just have one thing to say to you.”

“I’m Trent McGregor,” the man on the phone says like I’m supposed to know who that is.

“I don’t care who you are. Never talk to Phoebe like that again. Never talk to Phoebe again.”

“Who are you to tell me that?”

“I’m the man that’s going to make sure you leave her alone.” I look down into her deep chocolate brown eyes that are looking up at me. “I’m the one that’s going to show her how a real man treats a woman.”

I hang up the phone and toss it on the grass.

“Are you okay, Phoebe?”

“No.” More tears fall down her cheeks. I wipe them away and place a palm on each side of her face.

“How can I help?”

“I don’t know.” She laughs. “Do you know a photographer?”

“Is that who that jackass was?”

She nods. “Yes, and my ex-boyfriend. He promised he would still do this even though we broke up.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, even though I’m not sorry that they broke up. I’m sorry that she’s hurting. “I might know someone who can take the pictures for you. They aren’t exactly a professional wedding photographer, but they take good pictures.”

“Anyone would be better than no one, right?” she tries to laugh.

“What would make you feel better right now, Phoebe?”

She stares into my eyes for several minutes. “Logan?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry I told you no last night.”

“You are?” I pull her body closer to mine. I can feel the rise and fall of each breath she takes.

“I am. I wanted to say yes, but I’m afraid I’ll like you too much.” A blush spreads across her cheeks.

“I already like you a lot,” I tell her, my dick is hard and digging into her stomach. She has to know how much she turns me on.

“I know what would make me feel better right now.”

Please let it be me. “What?” I ask.

“A kiss.”

Chapter Four

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