Page 135 of Meet Me in the Valley
I don’t know exactly what the future holds, but I know she’s in it. And I’ll be damned if I don’t build something real—something lasting—with her.For her.
I shake Roy’s hand, a proud smile tugging at my mouth. I’m a lucky son of a bitch to have had a boss like him.
He glances at the vintage Rolex on his wrist, the one that practically screams Roy, and gives my shoulder one last firm pat.
“It’s still early enough for me to make a phone call on your behalf,” he says. “I’ll send you an email when it’s all squared away, alright?”
I nod. “Thank you, Roy. Truly. For everything.”
Shit. Don’t get all emotional now.
He smiles, bright as the Christmas lights strung outside his office window.
“Happy holidays, Logan.”
“You too, sir.”
Walking out of Roy’s office, I feel ten feet tall. I grab my phone, shooting off a text to Donovan.
Logan
Did you meet with the guy?
Donovan
Yup. Sorry I didn’t get back to you right away. I got swamped at the winery.
Logan
No worries, man. I really appreciate your help. Is he good?
Donovan
Yup. I set up a meeting for you. The link should be in your inbox.
Logan
Shit, thanks. I have over 100 notifications, and I avoided it at all costs today.
Donovan
Haha. I don’t blame you. Anything else you need, brother?
Logan
Not right now. I’ll know more after I meet with him. Thanks for everything. IOU big time.
Donovan
Anytime. Almost there, buddy.
Logan
I know. I’m counting down the fucking days, man.
“Hurry up, I’m getting impatient!” Tia squeals through the phone. She looks absolutely adorable in her ugly Christmas sweater, which features Santa Claus wearing sunglasses and “Happy Holla-Days” stitched across the front in bold, ridiculous letters.
Grinning, I prop my phone on the coffee table and step back into the frame, wearing nothing but flannel pajama pants. My t-shirt somehow disappeared before I called her, and I didn’t miss the heat in her eyes the second she picked up.
