Page 21 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

“Real plans?”

I twirled a frizzing curl around my finger. “Yes. Me and a cabana boy are going to have a lost weekend.”

“Liar.”

“You don’t know that. I’m in Hawaii right now.”

“Oh. Huh. Still seems like a lie. Now if it was Jamie...”

“She went with the bartender instead.”

Logan chuckled. “Look, I’m going out on a limb here. We are dude heavy on this Christmas album. And my… Well, for lack of a better explanation, my last woman on the album had a complete meltdown.”

“Who was it?”

Logan went quiet. I appreciated that he didn’t like to gossip about anyone. With his background and his touchy relationship with the tabloids, he didn’t play around.

Especially since his last experience with publicity had ended up with way more loss than anyone should ever have to live through.

He sighed, his disgust and frustration coming across the line. “Angel Martin.”

I whistled. She was a new up and comer with a voice that even I envied. “That was a good name for the album.”

“Believe me, I know. And she came in here doing a very good impression of the entirety of Motley Crüe circa 1989.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Izzy has locked me out in the backyard until I calm the fuck down about it.”

“This just happened today?” I knew Logan’s wife. Isabella King wouldn’t make him actually sleep on the loungers around the pool.

Probably.

“Yeah. And we’re already way overdue to get this thing to press. Most of our sales are digital, but when it comes to Christmas albums, we still need the physical ones to get into the stores, not to mention the records.”

“Records? Since when?”

“You’ve seen the resurgence in record sales lately.”

“I know, but wow, that’s a big expense.” Even though Logan actually was one of the diehards who loved vinyl. My own collection of vinyl had doubled since Logan had come into my life. His love had definitely rubbed off on me and Jamie.

“Yeah, it’s coming out of my pocket. With Angel and the rest of the people on the album, I knew it would bring in lots of eyes and dollars. Now?” His disgruntled sigh was wearier this time. “Needless to say, I need a big name. It doesn’t get much bigger than you, Lindz.”

“Low blow.”

“I’d say more of a high blow.”

“Save those for Bella.”

“Maybe. If she lets me back into the house.”

“I’ve seen the Instagram videos. Nichole can open doors now. You’re golden.”

“Now that the house is Nichole and Jared-proofed, that’s a no go. I swear, between Izzy and Sarah my house is more secure than the White House.”

I laughed and set the swing in motion again. Sarah was Logan’s bodyguard and security expert. After everything had gone down with his stalker in Winchester Falls, he didn’t take chances on anything.

I couldn’t blame him. I’d had my own issues with stalkers over the years. Nearly every female artist in the music industry had a story or eleven. It was a damn scary world we were living in nowadays.

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