"It's been a while," Callie said.
"And how long has it been since you've met a guy that you really liked?"
"Even longer," Callie said.
"So enjoy yourself a little. How am I supposed to live vicariously through you if you aren't living your life? I think you've forgotten how this is supposed to work. Me: shy, bookish, a little bit sassy. You: pretty, outgoing, full of stories. I need a story, Callie. Amy doesn't have to know. Just as long as you and Logan aren't running naked through the streets, you'll be fine. "#p#分页标题#e#
"Public nudity isn't really my thing," Callie said.
"Well, if it happens to be his, feel free to send pictures," Charlotte said.
"If he does something like that. I think I'll have to handcuff him to his bed," Callie said. As soon as the words left her lips, she knew how Charlotte would twist her words.
"Now we're talking," Charlotte said. "I'm sure he has a pair of handcuffs in his bedroom anyway."
"Not how I meant it, and you know that," Callie said. She shook her head and laughed.
"Yeah, right. What was it Freud said?" Charlotte asked.
"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar?" Callie said. She wasn't sure she wanted to know where Charlotte was heading with this.
"Not when it belongs to Logan Harris," Charlotte said. Before Callie could reply, she added, "Have some fun. Live a little. Kiss him again and tell me what happens. Just don't fall in love with him."
“Why does everyone keep telling me that? It’s about the last thing on my mind right now."
"Good, I'm sure you can find more interesting things to fall into with him anyway, like maybe a bed."
"Repeat this to no one," Callie said. "This conversation never happened."
"Ooh, that sounds so official," Charlotte said, "I feel like I'm on one of your secret missions. This is where I say 'What conversation?' and you reply, "Exactly,' right? Kind of like I'd say I have no recollection of any conversations about you falling for an attractive billionaire heir, right?"
"Exactly," Callie said. She listened to Charlotte giggle and end the call. Callie waited for a moment and looked at herself in the half-fogged mirror. "I am not falling for Logan Harris," she said. She gave herself a smile. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to let herself have a little fun. "Repeat after me," she said to her reflection, "No matter what happens, it didn't happen."
Exactly.
Eight
Callie stood at the island in the middle of the kitchen, leaning over a mug of ginger tea. A long nap had cured her hangover, and she had even managed to eat a full meal. After reading and lying around, she was starting to feel restless. She thought about going for a jog, but it had been raining on and off, and she didn't feel like getting stranded outside in a downpour. Besides, she had been looking out the window toward the dock every few minutes, waiting for Logan's return. She tried to tell herself that it was her job to stay close to him, to keep track of what he was doing, but she knew she wanted him to come back for other reasons.
When she saw Logan's vintage speed boat pull up to the dock, her heart skipped a beat. She tried to remind herself to act cool and not to do anything stupid. She could spend time with Logan without crossing the line again. How much time she could spend before crossing the line remained to be seen, but, for the moment, she just wanted him to make that walk from the dock to her door as quickly as possible.
As he approached, Callie grabbed a newspaper and tried to pretend that she hadn't noticed him. "Hello? Come in," she said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Logan stepped into the kitchen, and she smiled. "Oh, it's you. Any ideas of what there is to do around here when it's raining?"
Logan's shirt was soaked through from rain, and it clung to his broad shoulders. Callie couldn't help but wonder if she should offer to take the shirt and find him something dry. Had that been his plan from the beginning? She cleared her throat and said, "Anything?"
"There are a few things that come to mind, but the rain is only necessary for a few of them."
"Do I even want to know?" Callie asked.
"It depends. How flexible are you?"
"Just because I kissed you doesn't mean you get to hit on me nonstop."
"Just intermittently?"
"I suppose that works for me. She smiled, "So come on, what is there to do around here?"
"I know. How about I give you a tour of the house?"
"How much more is there to see?" Callie said with a laugh. "I can see the whole place from kitchen to bedroom from my seat right here."