Page 38 of Real Good Love
MYSEXYMAN:It’s not your issue. I’ll handle it.
BANNER: It is my fault. What do I need to do to fix it?
As much as I hate the thought of apologizing to that bitch, if I have to do it to save Logan’s project for Boone, which I know is crazy important for him, I will.
MYSEXYMAN: You’re not doing anything to fix it. I fucking forbid it.
Whoa now.
BANNER: You forbid it? Really? You’re going there?
MYSEXYMAN:Bruce, leave it alone.
BANNER: We’re talking about this tonight.
MYSEXYMAN:I’ll call you when I finish up.
That’s not an agreement that we’re going to talk, but I have a feeling it’s all I’m going to get out of him right now.
My mind starts flipping through options. I don’t know anyone who upholsters shit, but someone I know has to.
The woman in front of me pushes her cart out of the checkout line.
“Ma’am, are you ready?” the cashier says, clearly waiting for me.
“Sorry.” I unload my cart on the conveyer belt and toss the tabloid on it too. Maybe I’ll make a scrapbook for Greer and give it to her someday.
As soon as I’ve paid and the groceries are loaded up in my rental, I give her a call. She answers on the first ring.
“Hey, B, what’s happening? You back in Kentucky?”
“Yes, and don’t get me started on the bitches in this town. You need to tell Hollywood that small towns aren’t like they portray them in the movies.”
“You’re more than capable of handling them.”
“Of course I am, but it’s the repercussions on Logan that’s the problem.”
“What do you mean?”
I fill her in on everything I haven’t already told her, including the bowling alley situation, and the upholstery fallout.
“Good God. Only you, Banner. Only you.”
“My life might not be as interesting as yours, Ms. Tabloid Queen.”
She groans. “Oh no. What did they print now?”
“Nothing bad. Just you and your hot man.” An idea strikes me. “By the way, does he know any of those car show guys? Like the ones that do restorations on TV?”
“You’re trying to fix the upholstery situation without having to apologize, aren’t you?”
I shrug, but she can’t see it. “You know I would in a hot second if Logan asked me to, but I don’t think he will. Actually, he forbade it.”
“Wait, Logan Brantleyforbid youfrom doing something, and you’re actually going to listen to him?”
“Normally I only take orders while I’m naked or cock is involved. I might make an exception for this one, but only if I can’t find a way to fix it.”
Silence follows.
