Chapter 42
"What the hell do you care if I go out with him or not?" asked Charlotte.
Logan held his head in his hands. "Do you have any idea what this job means to me? Cowboy is like my boss—"
"I thought Jax was your boss."
"Well, yes, technically. But Cowboy is more senior than me, and he's the unofficial leader of the team. If you go out with him, I'm fucked."
She frowned, her fuchsia lipstick accentuating the downward turn of her mouth. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"All of your relationships end badly."
"Of course they do, idiot. If they didn't end badly, they wouldn't end."
Logan took a laptop and several files out of his briefcase. "Tell me you're messing with me, that you're just pretending you don't understand why this is a problem. Because if you're being sincere, I don't even know how to explain it to you."
She pulled out a chair and sat next to him at the table. "He likes me, Logan."
"So what? Lots of guys like you."
She shrugged. "Sure, lots of loser assholes like Rick. Not too many stand-up guys like Cowboy."
Logan sighed heavily. She was pulling out the Rick card, and he didn't appreciate it.
Her ex-husband had done a real number on her.
"I'm sorry, Charlotte. Why don't you go on a trip or something?
You got all that money in the divorce settlement.
So hop on a plane and go see the world. Experience new things.
Maybe even meet a guy better than Cowboy. "
She met his eyes. "You think so?"
"You want to know what I really think?" He put his hand over hers. "You're pretty damn special, sis, and one of these days you're gonna find a great guy who knows it."
"Thanks, Logan."
"You only live once, right?" His cell phone rang, and he took it into the other room.
Charlotte looked at the papers spread out in front of Logan's computer.
Cruise ship reservations for Cowboy to the Caribbean next week on a couples-only cruise.
Her eyes went to the screen. There was the confirmation for Leo Wilson and Abigail Browning. Charlotte frowned.
What would she give to be on that cruise with him?
You only live once.
She shot a glance at the doorway, Logan still deep in conversation at the far end of the house.
Before she could talk yourself out of it, she sat in front of his computer and scribbled down the cruise information.
Logan had suggested she go on a vacation, hadn’t he?
Well, she was going to go on a vacation with an adventure built right in.
She left the room, a giggle on her lips and a newfound spring in her step. Charlotte O’Malley finally had something to look forward to.