Page 51 of Real Good Love
I scoot to the edge of the bed. “If you want to bring that beautiful dick over here, I think I can make this morning a whole lot better for both of us.”
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After Logan leaves the house averyhappy man, I shower and toss my stuff in my bag before heading out to my car to go home. Never in my life have I considered moving in with a guy, but this going-back-and-forth stuff is getting old. We’ve said the “I love yous,” and I know Logan would flip his shit if I suddenly planned to leave Gold Haven, but we haven’t exactly gotten to the discussion of where we go from this point.
It’s completely foreign territory to me. Relationships weren’t exactly on the Banner Regent to-dolist, so I have no actual clue what comes next. I have a feeling moving in together is the next logical step, but I’m not going to bring it up. What if he doesn’t want me in his space all the time?
I can picture me saying something about it and then awkward silence coming from Logan.
Nope. Definitely not going there.
One thing I’ve always done is rush headlong into things without stopping to consider the consequences, but this I don’t want to rush and screw up.
Or maybe I’m just being a wimp about it because I can’t face the idea that maybe Logan would be happy to keep things exactly the way they are.
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy the now.
Chapter 27
Logan
“Boss, you got a visitor.” Jock’s voice echoes across the garage to the back corner where my office is hidden.
Now that I’m waiting on the paint shop and the upholsterer to do their parts in making Boone’s 442 kick ass, I’m playing catch-up on some of the other things I let slide around the shop. Namely, all the shit piled on my desk. There’s a landslide of paper, and even though I’ve been sorting for ten minutes, you can’t tell I’ve touched a thing. Jock’s interruption is welcome at this point.
I step out of the office and make my way across the shop. Rick is finishing up a brake job for one of the ladies who works at the pharmacy, so at least there’s some money coming in today. Jock winks at me as he steps out of the doorway between the garage and the customer waiting area.
What the hell?
I step inside to find a brunette in a black trench coat waiting with a notepad tucked under her arm. The reporter. I recognize her from the crowd the other day.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Jock says. “It was nice to meet you, Ms. Lockwood.”
She nods at him and then extends a hand to me. “Hi, Mr.Brantley. I’m Memphis Lockwood of the Investigation Network. Thank you for making time to speak with me. I really appreciate it.”
“I haven’t agreed to speak with you yet.”
Her shoulders stiffen only the slightest at my blunt statement, but it doesn’t put her off.
“Don’t write me off just yet, Mr.Brantley. I’m not here to cause trouble. I received an anonymous tip a few weeks back that there was something of an epidemic happening in Gold Haven, and the local police aren’t doing much about it. The newsroom didn’t become interested until I did some digging and found the connection to Holly Wix. Just like that, I had a story I wanted to tell, and the network was happy about the prospect for ratings.”
Out of everything she says, one thing stands out.An anonymous tip? From who?
She’s waiting for a response, so I go with the most basic one. “My name’s Logan or Brantley, but not Mr.Brantley.”
“Okay, Logan. Is there anything you can tell me about what’s going on?”
“I don’t know any more than what I’ve heard on the radio, Ms. Lockwood.”
“You can call me Memphis, and I’m not sure I believe that completely. It seems like you’ve got a central location, and most of the townspeople stop in here at one point or another. I’m sure you’ve heard your share of gossip.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “We get plenty of traffic, but I don’t have any answers for you.”
“And yet the police have interviewed you more than once in connection to the case.”
“Where did you hear that?”
