The Billionaire's Kiss(92)

“Well, Henry,” Logan said. “Today is your lucky day. How would you like to trade your rental car for that vintage corvette right over there?” Logan pointed out the car and watched the old man’s eyes light up.

“That’s too much,” Henry said, but his eyes showed his true excitement.

“You’d be doing me a favor,” Logan said. “See those men? They’re waiting to snap pictures of me for some gossip magazine.”

“Why would they want to do that?” Henry asked.

“Someone is trying to create a story about me, and I think they want pictures of Callie and me leaving here together to help finish that story.”

“Well, from the sounds of it, your girlfriend would be the one to take care of a situation like that,” Henry said.

“I’d like to keep her out of it,” Logan replied. “And it’s a bit difficult to explain our relationship.”

“And all I have to do is leave in that beautiful car?” Henry asked.

“Well, that and you have to bring it back at the end of the night. I’ll make sure you have the address.”
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“You have a deal,” Henry said, handing over the key to his rental. “It’s the silver Chrysler over there past the next stone wall.”

Logan looked down to the other parking lot and nodded. “Looks, um, nice.”

“If you’re looking for inconspicuous, it’s the car for you,” Henry said. “I’ve driven cars like that for forty years, and no one’s ever noticed me.”

Logan laughed. “Except your wife, of course.”

“And she’s the only one who ever mattered,” Henry said. “Tell the girl how you feel. None of the other stuff matters. The cars, the clothes, my Eve and I never needed any of it and neither does your Callie.”

Logan looked back at his convertible. “Should I take the keys back, then?”

“I said we never needed any of it. Wanting is a different story.”

Logan laughed again. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get back.”





Twenty Three

Callie propped her chin up on the railing and gazed down at the water below. Flashes of light glinted over the dark water. The sun sat low in the distance, partially hidden behind a few clouds. The pinks and reds of dusk were just beginning to branch up through the clouds. It was going to be a wonderful sunset, and she wanted to sit right there with Logan and soak it all in. “Honey,” she called to him, “come sit with me.” Logan was pacing back and forth across the deck. Callie had attributed his energy to nerves over the paparazzi and Veronica’s surprise arrival at the polo match, but now she was starting to wonder if there was something else on his mind. “You don’t want to miss this,” she added. As she waited for his reply, she wondered how many more sunsets like this they would have together.

Logan sat down next to her, leaning his head against hers. As much as he tried to indulge her, he clearly had something on his mind. Whatever it was, it was building up inside him. If his earlier gloom had been like a storm on the horizon, Callie wondered if this was the calm before the storm. He was holding back, biding his time. After a long silence, Logan said, “We should really go get the car. If we drive out there together, one of us can drive it back. Is your rental car still at the house?”

Callie slid her arm around his waist, resting her palm against his side. She just wanted to enjoy this moment with him. Couldn’t he understand that? She straightened her posture and turned her complete attention to him. “Don’t you have a butler or a driver or someone who could do that kind of thing for you? I had to pick up my sister’s dry cleaning for the first year that I worked for her. There must be someone on your payroll who can help us out here. Or you could have just let Henry and Eve leave in their own car.”

Logan shook his head.“No,” he said. “I don’t really want to get into it. We can’t leave it overnight there. The whole place will have cleared out by now, and the paparazzi won’t be anywhere in sight.” Logan pulled out his phone to check the time, and he looked out toward the water. “Come on. It will be fun,” he said. “Let’s take a ride.”

“I was having fun here. I just want to relax,” Callie said.

“We will relax as soon as we have the car back,” Logan replied.

“What’s going on?” Callie asked. Something wasn’t adding up. He had been more than happy to leave the car with some random mechanic in New Hampshire, and he had been more than happy to lend it to Henry, and, suddenly, he couldn’t be without it?