Page 102 of Bad Love

Logannods.

Rory would be thrilled to help. My brain snags on something else. "So, this new marketing director gig is goingwell."

“She knows?” Monty asks, soundingsurprised.

Logan grimaces. “Yup.”

"It's been an adjustment," comes the voice from the backseat.

Logan holds up his middle finger with reflexivequickness.

"I've worked with a lot of corporate marketing directors,” I offer. “They're lucky to have you, whether your family name's on the door ornot."

Logan cuts me a look, smiling in a way I feel right down to my toes. "Thanks,Peach."

Warmth spreads to my fingers, and I glance down and realize he's linked our hands. I turn back to the passenger window, feeling myself flushing. It's like highschool.

Except I never held hands with boys in highschool.

I wouldn’t have known what to do with someone like Logan then. His smug looks would’ve made me look away, his tongue ring would’ve had me hiding, and the way he talks to me—like I’m the enthusiastic Bonnie to his reckless Clyde, in bed and out ofit?

I’m glad I met himnow.

I meet Monty's gaze in the mirror. I'm guessing a guy like him sees everything. At least where his best friend isconcerned.

"So, I assume you've been to this party before?” I direct this to Monty. Maybe I can win himover.

"This'll be my tenth. Think I get apin."

I laugh. "What intel can you giveme?"

"You think I'm going to help you after you took myseat?"

I shrug. "You seem like a guy who wouldn't hold pettygrudges."

"Damnyou."

"It's low-key," Logan interrupts, his thumb still tracing distracting circles on my palm. "You've got nothing to worryabout."

I think back to the handful of parties I've been to since moving to New York. "Low-key like frozen shrimp rings and screw-topwine?"

"Notquite."

"How many people?" Iask.

"A couplehundred."

The blood drains from my face. "That's not a party—it's a wedding. Is someone getting married at the same time? If not, you should offer the space and savemoney."

Monty barks out a laugh. "I like this girl,Hunter."

I shoot a smile toward the back seat, glad he’s on myside.

At least until he says, “So, Kendall, how’re you going to sell ten thousand vibrators in the next month?” Logan groans, but Monty spreads his hands. “No. I have a legitimate interest in this. The company I run could be partly owned by a man sunning himself naked on a boat rightnow.”

I don’t understand the last part, but I don’t have to. I take a breath and explain the plan to Monty one piece at a time. He listens to all ofit.

“So basically,” I summarize, “we have a smart product geared toward women who want to take control of their sexuality. We also have novel packaging and a string of new advertisers and content marketing to promote it. Beginning with a massive launch plan that kicks off in aweek.”

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