Page 60 of Two Sticky Nuts

“Why?”

“Because I liked you, too, and I knew I’d never be able to share a man like you. Not with anyone.”

He stares with scorn in his eyes but doesn’t say anything.

I nod, accepting defeat. “I’ll make sure Sofie starts posting my heartfelt apology and retraction until it sticks. And after we get Carter back, you won’t hear from me again.”

“Good. Now, if you don’t mind, I have work to do.” He starts walking toward the building. “Let me know if your surveillance friend has any news about Carter. I’ll give you two hours—until the end of my workday—or I’m calling the police.”

Ohmygod. This is his studio. This is where he films.

I watch Logan’s tall, substantial frame disappear inside the gray building, but I don’t leave. I know I should go, and I know what I’m thinking is wrong, but…I want to watch.

I could just throw down the two hundred dollars for a full subscription. Or I could sneak inside.

What the hell is the matter with me? I can’t invade his privacy.

Then again, his show isn’t really private, now is it?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

I wait ten minutes before I head for the same door Logan entered. I figure if he’s busy livestreaming, he won’t see me come in.

If the entrance is locked, as I suspect it will be, then I’ll take it as a sign I’m not supposed to be here.

Does it register in my mind that with everything going on—I just quit my job, Carter has been kidnapped by coconut farmers slash drug lords, and I ruined a man’s life who’s trying to pay for his dying mother’s care—that perhaps now’s not the time to sate my sexual curiosity when it comes to Logan’s work?

Yep. It’s completely wrong, but I can’t help thinking this might be my one and only chance for a front-row seat to the live performance. And honestly, I went into this whole thing convinced I needed to push my boundaries.

This absolutely qualifies.

Still, I’m not sure how I’ll feel. Will I be able to still see the man and not the confection if I do this? Will this completely cure my attraction now that I’ve learned he’s not a made-up person? I don’t know, but the curiosity is killing me.

I pull on the front door, which is a solid thing made of metal. It’s unlocked. My already accelerated heartbeat goes into overdrive.

I hold the door for a long moment, hesitating.No, this is wrong. I should just go home and wait to hear from Skippy.

I let go and start walking back to my car.

“Hello?” A thin young blonde pokes her head outside.

I stop and look at her. Who is she?

“You’re already late.” She waves me inside. “Hurry up.”

I point to myself. “Me?”

“No. The woman behind you. Come on. The show’s already started.”

I don’t know what’s happening, but she’s very firm in her tone. Maybe Logan knows I’m still out here and asked her to invite me in. A sort of olive branch?

“Hurry up,” she says. “You’re going to ruin everything, and in case you haven’t noticed, this is a big deal. There’s a lot riding on this for him.”

I don’t move.

“Are you in or out?” she says.

“Errrr. In?”

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