“Are you okay with that?” I pressed.
Logan shrugged too casual a shoulder. “He took what was mine. It seems only fair I take it back.”
He started to duck out only to pause, hesitate, then stare back at me as if he wasn’t sure about what he was getting ready to say. “I have a family thing tonight. Be ready at six. Pick something a little more…practical?”
Confusion bound, but I nodded quickly.
Dipping his head, he stepped out and shut the door.
I dug into the bags.
Jeans and tees.
Sweaters and a coat.
Boots.
A few more dresses as beautiful as the one I’d worn last night.
Toiletries and makeup and undergarments.
I tossed the lid off a box to find a silk night slip.
It was white and covered in the soft innuendo of stars woven into the material.
My spirit clutched.
Like a fool, I pressed it to my nose and stared at the door where he’d just been.
Little Star. Little Star.
Damn him.
I had to be careful, or he was going to ruin me all over again.
EIGHT
ASTER
I emergedfrom the bedroom at six, wearing black leather pants, a purple sweater that was slinky and loose but hung just right, and a pair of knee-high heeled boots.
I had a heavy gray wool coat draped over my arm and a handbag that was mostly empty slung over my shoulder.
If there was something to be said about Logan Lawson, he had really good taste.
Coming to the end of the hall, I stalled.
My nerves rattled.
Logan hadn’t given me a whole lot to go on other than he had afamily thing.
A family thing.
Anxiety bristled beneath my skin. Like, with his brothers? Their families?
The little boy’s face tickled the back of my mind. The sweetness. The way Logan had looked at him.
Undoubtedly, the child, Logan’s entire family, was a huge piece of his world.