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Logan’s hand lands on the small of my back. “Thanks for the advice.”
“Frisco, you better keep your paws off Brantley’s woman. You want that rust-bucket Challenger of yours to look like my beast, this is the man who can do it.”
“For double,” I add with a pointed look.
Zane’s deep laughter carries through the crowd. When he’s finished, he reaches out his hand to Logan. “No offense meant, man. Zane Frisco. I’d be proud to have a Logan Brantley custom ride.”
Logan pauses a beat before gripping his hand and shaking it. “You try to touch Banner again, and the only Logan Brantley custom ride you’ll get will be to the ER.”
I’m not sure if they’re involved in some kind of handshake standoff, but they finally relax their grips when Zane replies.
“Duly noted.”
Boone grins at Logan. “Thanks for not breaking his hand. He’s my special guest for tonight’s show, and if he can’t play the guitar, he’s pretty worthless.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Logan’s tone is as dry as I’ve ever heard a drawl.
“Let me grab my assistant and send her over to you. She’s got your info for the hotel and the schedule for tomorrow. Have a good time tonight, and we’ll see you tomorrow for all the press shit.”
“Thank you, Boone. Much appreciated.” Logan nods at Zane. “Frisco.”
He throws his arm around me, his hand resting on my ass as he leads me back to the truck and trailer. “Do I need to go back and kick his ass?”
I glance up into Logan’s blue eyes. “Would you if I said yes?”
“Damn right.”
I shake my head. “No need. I can handle myself if necessary.”
Logan’s gaze darkens, and it’s like the alpha-male possessive instincts have been cranked up to ten. “I’ll handle you and anything that comes your way.”
“How about you handle me back at the hotel?”
Chapter 37
Logan
Boone Thrasher went all out, booking us a penthouse suite that’s so badass, even Banner looks impressed.
Ever since we left the arena, Zane Frisco’s words have been playing on a loop in my head.Put a ring on that woman’s finger so the whole world knows she’s taken.
God knows the thought has been on my mind a lot over the last couple of days. Coming to grips with the fact that I could have lost Banner in that fire has clarified everything I want: her and forever.
I’m not a rich man, and I know she deserves more than I can spend right now, especially with a burned-down business and no income, and that just makes it eat at me more.
Maybe I can’t ask the question yet, but I can worship her with my body all the same.
As soon as we walk into the bedroom, Banner goes to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stares out over the sun setting on the city below.
“So beautiful,” she says.
I follow her, pushing her hair aside to press a kiss to her neck. “Very beautiful.”
She turns her gaze up to mine, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “I was talking about the city.”
“I can’t say I see anything but the amazing woman in front of me.”
“You’re a smooth talker, Logan Brantley.”
