Page 79 of Real Good Love
She looks marginally annoyed, probably because we’ve created more work for her, but she hides it well. “If you come with me, there’s a VIP room where you can help yourself to dinner and drinks. I’ll take you to the spot where you can stand and watch the show before Zane goes on.”
I mill around the room where she leaves me, deciding to wait and eat when Logan arrives, but I order a vodka tonic at the bar.
Zane Frisco steps up beside me. “Bourbon. Whatever you’ve got that’s not shit,” he says to the bartender before looking over at me as I squeeze my lemon into my drink.
“I’m surprised your man let you out alone in that.”
“He’s on his way. And we’ve already covered the fact that he’s got nothing to worry about.”
“So, how does a classy piece like you end up with a mechanic from Kentucky?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Someone’s been stalking. You got a crush on Logan now?”
“I’m deciding if I’m going to let him touch my Challenger.”
“You’d be an idiot not to. He’s damn good.” I keep the fact that his shop is now mostly rubble to myself. If Zane doesn’t already know, it’s not my job to fill him in.
A redhead whose nipples are barely covered by her tiny white tank top interrupts us by holding up a Sharpie. “Zane, do you mind signing my shirt?” It readsFRISKY FORFRISCOacross the chest.
Zane takes the marker from her. “I’d be happy to. What’s your name, darlin’?”
I take that as my chance to escape and head across the room where Creighton Karas is walking in, baby carrier strapped to his chest over his custom-tailored shirt. The back of the black baby carrier readsMOMMY’S#1 FANin pink glittery script.
“Jesus Christ, Crey. Who knew you’d be so domesticated or that a guy with a baby could be so hot?”
“Sounds like you’re heading toward domestication yourself. Greer filled me in this afternoon when we talked. You’re planning on making the move to Kentucky permanent?”
I nod. “I am.”
“Impressive change of pace.”
“Sometimes that’s good.”
“You don’t have to justify it to me. I have a soft spot for that town, if only because it produced the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.” His expression sobers. “But I hear there’s been some ... less-than-positive things happening there lately.”
I’m not sure if he chooses the oblique way of describing the meth epidemic because of the people hanging around or because of the baby sleeping with her head pressed against him.
“You could say that.”
“What can I do to help?”
In hushed tones, I tell him about the reporter, the police chief, the meth houses, and finally Logan’s shop.
“The reporter and cops have no leads?”
I tip my drink back. “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem like it.”
“I can send a team down there to start investigating. I’ve got a vested interest in that town getting back to normal.”
“We might need it.”
“You need a construction crew to rebuild? I can send two. They’ll have Logan up and running in no time.”
His generosity stuns me. “Are you serious?”
“It won’t be free, but I won’t gouge him for the rush.”
“Why?”
