Page 114 of Bad Love

“Gotit.”

“But it’s more than that. He’s more than that.” I cut her a look. “He did introduce me to his mom as the woman helping him sell sextoys.”

Rena’s bark of laughter has colleagues looking up from their desks in the otherroom.

“I’ll have to figure out what to say to my parents because they agreed to come to Rory’s talent show next month and Logan’s comingtoo.”

“Whoa. That’s big.” Rena grabs two mugs from the sleek, white cupboard overhead. "What’s the R-bomb doing forit?"

I bite my lip. “He hasn’t decided. I sold all the tickets, but Nadine's threatening to pull my kid if he doesn’t commit his ‘props list’ by the end of the week. I put him down as Rory the Magnificent to buytime.”

I’m feeling guilty to admit I haven’t been spending enough time figuring that out on account of all the time I’ve been spending on work and withLogan.

“You could tell your mom the truth about how you met, too,” Rena suggests. “That you wanted to fuck him and somewhere over two months and a mountain of sex toys, you fell forhim.”

I shake my head as I fill her coffee cup, then mine. “She’d ship me off to Biblecamp.”

“You’re twenty-six. She can’t legally do that.” We exchange a look over our coffee mugs, then laugh. “You’d be the oldest camperever.”

“And thanks to Logan, the one with the most dirty jokes,” I murmur into myjava.

Rena takes a sip and thinks. "You never told me why Logan wants to sell this many vibes when it’s not even hiscompany."

"He lost a bet with one of his school friends. Though I don’t know all the details, it sounds like they’ve had some crazy ones over theyears."

"That's a hell of a bet. But it's also pretty random. Whyvibes?"

I open my mouth to answer when I realize the truth. "I have noidea."

* * *

"I've never used the penthouse,"I tell the event manager at the Charlotte Hotel when I head over there after lunch to check on aspace.

"It's lovely. It'll be perfect for your clients." She clicks away on her computer. "I have another meeting, but the owners' son can show the space to you if youlike?"

"Surething."

The man appearing in the doorway looks familiar, though why someone in an Armani Exchange T-shirt, khakis, and white sneakers should be someone I know is lost on me. But his expression says he feels thesame.

"Nelson," he introduces himself, and itclicks.

"Kendall." We shake hands and head for the elevator. "You're a friend ofLogan's."

"Logan?" His brows rise, and he chuckles. "Yeah.Logan. That's where I know youfrom.”

“You look sotanned.”

“Just back from Ibiza. Good times.” I don’t want to ask. “Saw my vibe in some adsyesterday.”

I lift a brow. “Then the plan is working.” I’m not sure how much I should be tellinghim.

Of the two of Logan’s friends I’ve met, I far prefer Monty. Not only because he seems as though he has his head on straight and he has a discernable job and goals, but because he clearly cares about Logan. He has hisback.

I don’t know what Nelson’s deal is, but if I had to bet, I’d say he’s a good-times guy. Someone you could have a few drinks with but not count on to make sure you got homesafe.

“Ten thousand new-and-improved Petal vibes are on sale and ready for their newowners.”

He shakes his head, grinning. "’On sale’ isn’t the same as ‘sold.’"

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