Page 21 of Real Good Love
After I hang up with Julianne, I tell myself I have nothing to worry about when it comes to Emmy Harris. Logan is mine. End of story.
Then why did you ask him about her bringing him dinner?
A few weeks away after even less time than that together isn’t exactly the best recipe for a relationship.
And if you’re not worried about Emmy Harris, why did you pay the hotel chef so much money to give you cooking classes at night?
Dammit, that little voice in my head really needs to shut up before I actually start to worry.
I know exactly what will quell it, though—I call Logan.
“Hey, Bruce. Perfect timing, I just got out of the shower.”
The vision in my head is delicious. “Are you naked or wearing a towel?”
His voice deepens. “A towel, but that can change.”
We’ve had phone sex more times than I should probably admit to over the last three weeks, and then that one hilarious attempt at Skype sex. But come on, a girl has needs, and Logan’s husky drawl gets me to the finish line faster than anything else.
“Mmm, is that so? I could probably get rid of a few layers myself,” I tell him.
Instead of responding with something equally sexy, Logan says, “Shit. My doorbell.”
“What?”
“Someone’s here.”
“Should I let you go?”
I can hear his footsteps over the phone like he’s headed to the door to check.
“Fuck, it’s Emmy. I’ll call you back, babe.”
Before I can reply, Logan ends the call.
No. Fucking. Way.
Logan just answered the door to that bitch wearing only a towel?
Everything Julianne said comes back in a rush, and I bolt off the bed to grab my laptop.
It’s time for me to get back to Gold Haven andmyman.
Chapter 10
Logan
Iopen the front door, and Emmy’s face is flushed and her hair is mussed. I’ve never seen her this out of sorts before.
She throws herself against my bare chest and wraps her arms around my neck. My dick, semi-hard from anticipating another round of jacking off while I talk to Banner on the phone, is wedged between us awkwardly.
Jesus Christ, her timing couldn’t be worse.
“I didn’t know who else to come to. I’m sorry to bother you so late, but I had to talk to someone.” Her words come out muffled against my shoulder.
“What’s going on, Emmy? Are you okay?”
She shakes her head. “It’s all too much.”
