Page 45 of Real Good Love
The rest of the weekend is subdued, and although the gossips are still talking about Nicole, she’s kept a low profile. Part of me wants to seek her out, but I don’t know what good it would do. When Logan isn’t spending all hours at the shop working on Boone’s car, he’s quiet, so I know the situation is eating at him.
Early Monday morning, I get a text from Greer about the car upholstery.
BESTBITCH:What would you say if I told you Cav called in a favor, and Elliott Crisp from the show Tricked Out has someone in Nashville who can do the seats on Boone’s car?
I have no idea whatTricked Outis, so I do a quick Google search. Apparently it’s a show on a major cable network where they take junkyard wrecks and turn them into show cars in a ridiculously short amount of time.Holy shit. This might actually work.
BANNER:No fucking way! Are you serious?
BESTBITCH:Logan just has to get all the seats and the design to him in Nashville before tomorrow morning and they’ll take it from there.
BANNER: They can be ready in a few days? How much will it cost?
BESTBITCH: What do you care? You’re a baller who inherited 30 mil.
She’s right, I don’t care. But Logan will.
BANNER:OMFG, you’re amazing! You just saved my ass from having to apologize to those bitches. Can you send me the contact info?
Greer sends it through, along with anxo.
I call immediately and talk to the guy. The price is steep, but he and I make a deal that I’ll cover the hefty rush fee, and Logan will get a bill for the rest. As soon as I have his word that he can make this happen and Logan will never know about the total price we agreed on, I run out to my rental car and jump in, not caring that I only have eyeliner on one eye and zero mascara.
Shit, I really do love him if I’m willing to leave the house like this.
When I pull into the parking lot of Logan’s shop, I can barely contain my excitement. As per usual, the music is pounding, and all three men are working on the Olds 442 that’s almost completely finished but for the paint job and the interior.
“Logan!”
Logan steps away from the car when he sees me and turns down the music. “Everything okay, Bruce?”
I nod my head. “Everything is so much better than okay. I found someone who can do your upholstery, and I don’t have to apologize to Tricia.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You just have to get the seats to Nashville ASAP, and this guy who does this show about tricking out cars has someone who can do the work there. His name is Elliott something.” My explanation comes out in a big babble, and Logan’s eyebrows knit together as he processes it.
“Elliott Crisp? FromTricked Out? Are you fucking serious?”
I nod again, probably a little too vigorously. “Yeah, I asked Greer, and she said she owes you, so her man called in a favor, and this Elliott guy’s friend can do it.”
Logan tilts back his head and stares at the ceiling for a moment, making me wonder if I misjudged how helpful I’m being. When he meets my gaze with his blue eyes shining, my question is answered.
“You’re a goddamned lifesaver, babe. I wonder how much it’s gonna cost me.”
“It’s a favor, so regular price is all you have to pay.”
“Thank fuck. Where do I need to take them?”
I release a sigh of relief. “I’ll text you the address.”
He looks over at his employees. “Yo, Jock. Rick. You can hold down the fort, right? I gotta get the seats to Nashville right the fuck now to save our asses.”
The one with Jock embroidered on the patch on his shirt replies. “Sure thing, man. Not much more to do before we deliver this to the paint shop. We’ll finish it all up.”
I send the address to Logan while he changes out of his coveralls and pulls a long-sleeved shirt over the T-shirt he’s wearing.
“You coming with me, babe?”
