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When he’d finished with the calls, he hung up the phone and found that Jonathan had reentered the rooht a bottle of whiskey and sat down directly across fro it between them "Need a drink? You look like you could use one"

He waved away the offer "The only drink I could use right noater Alcohol just dehydrates you"

Jonathan rolled his eyes "You never loosen up, do you? It’s a wonder that your little gal pal didn’t run away screa as soon as you opened your h he was a stiff-necked jerk He scowled at Jonathan His adventurous friend got on his nerves with his laissez-faire attitude Jonathan would move mountains--or destroy companies--to help his friend out, but soot stuck in an elevator"

Jonathan snorted, knocking back his drink "Is that how you got left behind? I ondering if that shit lected to tell anyone that you were there"

"I fired hian hadn’t been really surprised that no one had coure out I was still there?"

"Oh, Hunter’s assistant’s been trying to get a hold of you for so, and when he couldn’t contact you for a couple of days, he set Hunter on it Hunter didn’t have a chopper, so he called ure out where you were at"

Huh Logan supposed he should thank Hunter next time he saw hirinned "I figured I’d coht have taken anyone else a fewto tick off on his list of items to improve at the Seaturtle Cay resort: evacuation plans From what he’d seen, he wasn’t ier Dauy

"Sothe girl You said her naan nodded absently, thinking of her wind-tossed hair and her brilliant s under the table, her lips around his cock

"Cute girl She’s with you, I take it?"

His eyes narrowed and a possessive surge rocketed through him "Why?"

Jonathan raised a hand "Down, boy I was just going to coan’s jaw clenched Was this another Danica coular type?"

"They’re friendlier, for one That girl looked like she was ready to chew you up and spit you out once she found out you owned the place You lied to her?"

"She saw er I decided not to disabuse her of that assuuess she’s not a gold digger," Jonathan coh"

"She’ll get over it The lie was to her benefit"

"Shit, man, that’s cold I hope you didn’t tell her that"

Logan fixed his narrow gaze on Jonathan Theor in some sort of adventure, and he had yet to find a woan advice on a wo that Bront&euht "She’s not like other wo my identity and be fine with it"

It had been an utterly pleasurable experience, too, he had to ad to worry whether she was thinking about what he could buy her? It had been freeing He hadn’t realized how much so until he’d met Brontë

"If you say so You know her better than I do What did you say she did for a living?"

"Nothing"

Jonathan frowned and then leaned forward to pour hi?"

"IShe’s a waitress at a sock hop diner" He tried hard not to let his lip curl at the thought "She worked there during college and never really left"

"Ah I’ to see why you kept your identity a secret Afraid she’s going to look to you to keep her in the lifestyle that she needs?"

Logan thought about that for ato himself Actually, he didn’t see Brontë like that at all She’d been so pleased with the s, she see around Jonathan’s beach house in pure diset used to this lifestyle, he figured

He i her with hi her in the finest silk lingerie and getting to strip it off of her body as she showed hi her to his friends and seeing her radiant s her roll over and snuggle close, her hand going autorasp it even in her sleep

He rather liked the thought of Bront&eu Bront&euled up next to him in the car, in his homein his bed He liked that visual very iving up a career to be at his beck and call An inward smile curved his mouth