After a quick shower, I found Logan sitting in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in hand. He glanced at the bags that I had set near the front door before letting out a long sigh.
“I guess this is goodbye again,” he said.
I rolled my eyes at the over dramatic sniffling that followed. “You could always come with me to back to England if you wanted.”
“I just bought this house,” Logan said as he rose from the table with a chuckle. “As tempting as it is to go back to England, I’m better off here in the States. We’ve had this conversation a million times this week alone.”
“I know. Forgive me, but we’re probably going to have it a million more.” We embraced tightly before I took a step back to give him a grateful smile.
“It was good to see you, brother. Don’t be a stranger for so long this next time.” He patted my back and moved toward the door.
“I appreciate everything that you’ve done for me,” I said. “Including the free stay and advice too.”
Logan chuckled. “You might have to send me a check for every single time I gave you advice about Molly. You’re my best mate though despite the distance between us.”
He winked at me playfully. “I suppose I can let it slide this time though.”
“I’ll make sure to make the check out to you personally,” I said, grinning. I glanced out the kitchen window to see my driver parked on the curb waiting for me. “I better get into the city. I have some errands to run before picking up Molly for the evening.”
“Send me a wedding invitation in the future.” He smiled, and I caught myself before agreeing with him. As much as I wanted to project that very event into the future, I knew better. Molly and I had a million hurdles to clear before marriage was even a topic of discussion.
I embraced Logan one last time with a laugh before grabbing my bags from near the front door. Stepping out into the warm morning, I helped my driver load my suitcases into the back of the SUV before climbing into the passenger seat. While he drove us to the hotel where I planned to check in before picking up Molly, I gazed up at the towering buildings of the city.
Nothing could compare to the rich culture of New York City, but I hoped that Molly found Devon pleasanter than here. I had no idea if she even liked the idea of staying in England while dating Harry.
I got out and spoke to the nice lady at the front, checking in and making my way to the penthouse suite. It was a little extravagant, but I wanted to make Molly feel like the queen she was in my eyes.
That and I had some serious ass-kissing to do to get us out of the odd funk we were in thanks to my guilty conscious the last time we were together. I pulled my phone from my pocket and sat down on the edge of the bed as I bounced on it a little.
Nice and springy. Good. It would make for excellent love making.
I dialed Molly’s number, and she answered on the first ring. I smiled at the breathless sound of her voice.
“Hello?”
“Hi, love. I’m heading that way. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t mind me coming a little bit early.” I stood and walked to the bathroom, loving the large garden jet tub in the far corner. She’d look damn good leaning over the side of it while I worked myself into her tight body.
“I’d love that. I’m back at Peyton’s and getting dressed now.”
“Back at Peyton’s?” I questioned.
“Yeah. We went shopping for the day so I could find something pretty to wear.” I could almost hear her smiling.
“Awesome. I’ll head your way then.” I hung up and walked back to the bedroom, checking myself in the mirror, and splashing a little bit of cologne on my throat. Nerves rattled my insides as I made my way back down the hotel elevator and out to the front.
A limo waited on me, which wasn’t unusual, but I felt a little apprehensive about taking it to pick Molly up. Maybe it was over the top. She wasn’t exactly used to my lifestyle. Where she’s been with Harry for a couple of years, he was a self-made billionaire and usually drove sports cars and things that might ensure his status.
My father had made us a wealthy family when I was a boy, and though I worked my ass off to keep it going and even growing, I was used to comforts that maybe were a bit extravagant.
“Evening, sir. Make yourself comfortable. I have the address you requested already.” He opened the back door and moved back.
“Thank you, kindly.” I got into the back of the car and leaned back, resting my hands on my stomach as I watched the city go by outside of the windows.
With as many things as I’d conquered in my life, there were few things that left me feeling apprehensive, but as we approached Peyton’s place, I almost got sick. What if I was making a mistake? Maybe Molly wasn’t nearly as interested in me as I was in her.
Was it a cock move to ask her to consider moving back to England with me? I would have found it flattering if the conversation went the other way, but I could see how someone might take the request as very pompous. Hell, almost arrogant.
“Here we are, sir.” The driver pulled over and started to get out of the front seat.