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“Greer? Are you still there?”
“Sorry, I’m trying to wrap my head around what you just said. I never knew you liked it when guys told you what to do in bed. I feel like I don’t even know you right now.”
“Shut up,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Logan really is different, isn’t he?”
I take a deep breath and tell her something I’ve never told her before. “I’m in love with him.”
Greer squeals into the phone. “I knew it! I freaking knew it! I love this so much for you.”
“Calm down,chica. You’re acting like I just cured cancer. It’s just a guy.”
“But it’s not. It’stheguy. The one who changes everything. You found yours, and that makes me so happy for you.”
“Don’t get too happy because if I screwed up the most important project he’s ever had, things might not be awesome for long.”
“Stop it. It’s going to be fine. I’ll ask Cav. He knows a ton of people, and if he doesn’t know someone, he knows someone who knows them. Let me go work this Hollywood connection stuff, and we’ll get it figured out.”
“I swore I wasn’t going to come to you to clean up my messes anymore, G.” My tone is quiet, and Greer answers the same way.
“That’s what friends are for, babe. Love you.”
“Love you.”
We hang up, and the knots that formed in my stomach in the liquor aisle loosen a degree.
I’m going to fix this. I will not let Logan’s business suffer because of something I did.
Chapter 20
Logan
As I pull into the gravel drive of Holly’s gran’s house, which I still can’t think of as Banner’s for some reason, the front room is lit up enough that I can see her silhouette through the lace curtains in the front window.
Oh sweet Jesus, it looks like she’s standing in front of the stove.
Memories of what happened last time I showed up here to find her cooking rush through my head, including the way that night ended. With me buried balls deep inside her.
I’m out of the truck within moments and striding toward the front door. It’s unlocked, so I let myself in. Instead of the scent of something burning, it smells amazing. Browned meat, garlic, and some kind of Italian spice.
Banner spins around at the sound of the door opening. “You’re early. I’m not quite done.” There’s a small, almost hesitant smile on her face.
“Whatcha doin’, Bruce?”
“What does it look like, Logan?”
“You’re cooking.”
She nods slowly. “Got it in one.”
I tilt my head to the side, trying to figure out what I’m missing, and Banner picks up on my confusion.
“I, uh ... took some lessons when I was back in New York.”
Surprise filters through me, along with admiration. “Why?”
“Because I figured it was time I learn to feed myself so you don’t have to do it all the time.”
