The Billionaire's Kiss(15)

While she waited for the hostess, Callie leaned against the station and scrolled through the pictures she had taken from the list. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall blonde walk in through the door. She was wearing heels and a silver dress, which she filled out quite well, most likely due to expensive breast enhancement. This had to be Logan's woman, Callie thought. She took a quick look at the woman's hand, noting her wedding band and engagement ring. The center rock on the engagement ring must have been at least three carats. Great, Callie thought, he's having dinner with a rich, bored housewife. I'm screwed.

"Monica Jacobs," the woman said. "I'm running late for dinner with Logan Harris. He should be waiting for me."

In her time working for Amy, Callie had learned how to think on her feet. “Of course," she said. She grabbed two menus off of the station. "Right this way," she said. "Mr. Harris requested that you be seated outside. He'll be with you in a moment. He's just finishing up some business." With Monica out on the deck, Callie hoped that she could buy herself a few minutes to figure out what to do next.

As part of her job, Callie had helped cover up countless affairs. She had done everything from destroy evidence of a tryst to drafting nondisclosure agreements for mistresses to sign. It wasn't one of her favorite parts of the job, but she put up with it. After enough time, it became mundane. She viewed it with the same detachment that a mechanic must view oil changes. Sure, it helped pay the bills, but it was so boring and predictable.

However, as she walked Monica out to the deck, Callie was annoyed and maybe even a little angry. Why couldn't Logan behave long enough for her to have one freaking night of relaxation? Why couldn't a guy like him just date normal women? It wasn't like he wasn't capable of landing one. Hell, as cocky as he was, she could see his appeal. So why was he having dinner with a married woman?

As soon as Monica was seated, Callie walked over to the bar. She texted Rich the name and did a quick web search herself. No results. Callie tried a few more combinations: "Monica Jacobs Newport," "Monica Jacobs wife," "Monica Jacobs Logan Harris," but nothing came up, just page after page of irrelevant information.

Just as she was starting to worry, Callie's phone buzzed. "Tell me you have good news," she said.

"I do," Rich said. "It's his friend's wife."

"Oh no," Callie said. If Logan was having an affair with his friend’s wife, this could get messy and contentious fast. "I thought you said that was good news."

"It is. She's interviewing him for a local magazine, doing some PR for his restaurant or bar or whatever it is."

"How do you know this?"

"I'm reading their email exchange from this morning setting up the interview. It all looks above board."

"How did you get into his email so quickly?"

"Do you really want to know?"

“Kind of,” Callie said. “Dazzle me with your acumen.”

“The laptop actually belongs to his father’s organization. I called the head of IT who personally provisioned it.”

“Seriously?”

“I can’t make this stuff up. It keeps going. It’s the same for his email. His voicemail password is 1111.”

Callie looked up to see if Logan had come out into the dining room. She’d have to act quickly if she wanted to escape from this one without being found out. “No hacking? No brute-force attack?”

Rich laughed hard, a belly laugh. ”That’s right. I'll await sweet, sugary payment on Monday."

“Deal. I have to go before I mess this up any more than I already have."

Callie walked back out to the deck and made her way to Monica. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jacobs. I'm afraid there was a mix-up. Mr. Harris is waiting for you inside. If you see your way back to the hostess, he will meet you there shortly."

Callie just needed to sneak out of the restaurant without catching Logan's attention. It seemed easy enough. She could take a seat at the bar and then walk around the other side of the restaurant, staying as far from his field of view as possible. There was only one problem. When she had stalled the hostess, she had specifically asked her to tell Logan she was there. Ok, she thought, just hang out for a few minutes and then leave before anyone can ask any questions.

Callie sat down at the table and motioned to the waitress. She pulled up the menu and looked for something, anything other than beer. "Wine, please. Any good red will do.”

The waitress scrunched up her nose. “Well, this is a brewery. We make all of our beer right here in Newport. They’re all really good. Are you sure you don’t want to try one of those? I promise they’re all great.”