Page 61 of Mine to Love

The outside lights are on along the long driveway to the Pierce’s massive home on the ocean. I’ve only been here a handful of times, and every time the house is just as elegant and inviting as the last.

You’d never know Travis and Isabella Pierce are multi-millionaires, well, except for their five-bedroom estate on the Atlantic. They’re down to earth and accepting, as are their children.

I drive around the circular drive and put the car in park in front of the main entrance. Logan still doesn’t stir. I sit there in silence, studying him. He isn’t ruggedly sexy like his brothers Nick and Holden. They have the lumberjack appearance compared to Logan’s polished beauty.

His jawline is chiseled, his cheekbones prominent like his mother’s Argentinian side, and his eyes soft and tender. He’s tall and lean yet muscular, like a swimmer with his broad shoulders. I have a feeling if he didn’t have his mother’s heritage, he’d be alabaster pale since he spends too much time behind a desk in business suits.

Logan stirs, and his eyes shoot open, staring intently at me. He blinks away his sleep, then turns his head, taking in his surroundings.

“How long was I out?” He straightens, his laptop falling to the floor. “Shit.”

He puts his computer away and drops his phone in his briefcase as well.

“I saved your dinner. You must be starving.” I reach back to get his dinner and hand it to him.

“Reese. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ditch you at dinner and then to sleep the entire ride.”

“No apology necessary. You wouldn’t have skipped your meal if you weren’t exhausted. Eat and then go to bed. Your work will still be waiting for you in the morning.”

He checks the time on his Rolex. There’s something about a watch on a man’s wrist and shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows that has my girly parts all a twitter. Not necessarily any man’s. Logan’s.

“It’s still Tuesday, right? Or did I sleep through the night?”

“Tuesday. Ten sixteen at night.”

“I apologize for keeping you out so late. Take tomorrow off. The project Melinda sent you can wait until Thursday.”

“Are you going to take your own advice?”

“I think you know me better than that.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Sunday night dinners with my father and Mariah have become routine over the past month. Since I’ve been working six days a week, I don’t have much time or opportunity for a social life anymore. That and Emerson living in marital bliss.

Melinda and Doug often chide me for putting in too many hours, but I don’t have much else to do, and I feel the need to help Logan as much as possible. We may work together, but he’s rarely in the Maine office. He spends most of his time in Austin, and when he is in Maine, he’s often working behind closed doors.

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