Page 61 of Best Kept Secret
“I bet.” Logan chuckles again, his eyes roaming all over my face, fingers gently smoothing my hair back from my sweat beaded forehead.
I stare up at him, momentarily caught off guard by a somewhat familiar emotion curling around my chest. I thought I’d lost it a long time ago. I thought I’d lost it before I’d even gotten a chance at experiencing it fully. I thought I was destined to never experience it again. But it’s here. It’s consuming, and it’s so fucking real.
Logan cups my cheek, tracing the curve of my Cupid’s bow with the pad of his thumb, causing my eyes to flutter closed as he seals his mouth over mine in a searing kiss that breathes a long-lost life into me. He groans, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, dancing with mine, and I can taste myself and him, and together, we’re perfection.
And I don’t know what this is, but I know I’m not letting it go again. Not this time.
CHAPTER 29
LOGAN
Me: Good morning.
Red: You know this is the second time I woke up in your bed alone? I’m starting to get a complex, Logan Cullen.
Me: Trust me, I would much rather have stayed in my bed with you than be here, with my PT’s hands skirting dangerously close to my balls.
Red: That’s hot.
Ichuckle, but my laugh is consumed by a groan when Jace, the team PT goes deep in my groin.
“Fuck, man,” I mutter, glaring at him over my phone.
Jace shrugs, smile hinting because it’s a well-known fact throughout the team that the guy gets off on our pain.
Me: You coming to the game tonight? You know, to watchyour brother play?
Red: Logan, we both know if I was coming to the game tonight, it wouldn’t be to watch my brother play.
I bite back my grin, noticing the way my heart hitches.
Me: So, will you be there?
Red: Unlikely… [Image]
I study the photo Millie sent me, shaking my head because what the fuck? I assume it’s her desk at work, but it’s covered in boxes and stacks of papers, the computer screen almost entirely obstructed by one of those old school accordion file things that looks like it’s exploded.
Me: What is all that?
My phone starts to ring, and when I see it’s Millie, I pick it up immediately.
“Hey, what’s going on? Is everything okay.”
“I’m hiding in the bathroom,” she says in a hushed voice, and my stomach knots because I don’t like that she has to hide in the bathroom to call me.
“Are you alright?”
“I hate this job,” Millie says on a whisper. “I came in this morning to all that stuff on my desk. Most of it can be destroyed, but Caroline asked me to go through each and every document becauseapparentlysomeone incorrectly stored a deal sheet a few years back and it’s part of some federal investigation. But there is literally a decade worth of shit in those boxes. I saw something dated twenty-twelve.”
“Why doyouhave to do it?”
Millie scoffs. “When I asked Caroline, she simply shrugged with this conniving smirk and saidbecause you’re an intern,honeyin her stupid voice that sounds like she’s chewing her face.”
I almost laugh because fuck she’s adorable. But I can tell she’s upset, so I refrain. “Is there someone you can talk to? Above her?”
“No.” Millie sighs. “I mean, probably, but I don’t know because she’s never even introduced me to anyone.” She sighs again. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just do it to shut her up. She’s just pissed because I went above her the other day with something she tried to hand off to me that her boss wantedherto do. But whatever.”
I frown because I just want to reach through the phone and hug her, protect her from thisCaroline. Hell, I’d tell her to quit. Tell her I’ll pay for whatever she wants or needs, support her in anything she decides. Fuck, she could stay with me forever. I love having her at my place. But of course, I don’t. She’s an independent woman, and I want her to remember that.
