“So it was a pity kiss? How did you think that would
make her feel?”
“I don’t think she’d give a shit. I hope I get like that when I’m her age.” The doors opened to reveal the parking garage of the building, and I stepped out first this time to prove to Logan that while he was dominant, he would always be the beta to me. I was Alpha. I wouldn’t bow down to him because I was interested in his sister.
“I’ll see you there. You want to follow?” Logan asked, and he tossed his keys in the air before catching them.
“I know where you live,” I clicked the fob to my Aston Martin the engine instantly started to rumbled, echoing through the parking garage.
“That isn’t weird.”
The way he said it let me know I wasn’t supposed to hear him say that. Of course I knew where they lived, when I walked Lucy home, I had already been there more than once since I owned the building. Logan’s truck pulled out of the parking spot, a newer Ford with large tires, his engine sounded as good as my DBS. The more I noticed about Logan, the more I liked him.
I tightened my hand on the steering wheel and pressed my foot on the gas, speeding by his heavy truck. My car was lean, light, and fast. It made a twenty-minute commute to their apartment, a ten-minute commute. I got there before Logan.
But who was keeping score?
With a grin, I parked, and got onto the elevator, making my way to the seventh floor. I wasn’t about to tell them I owned this building because I knew Lucy would hate the idea of living in a place that had my name on it. She’s stubborn and headstrong and wanted to prove she could do things on her own.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the floor she lived on. I unbuttoned the blazer of my suit and peered down the hall to see if anyone was around. Nothing around me told me I needed to be vigilant. No threat was here. My black loafers stepped further into the hall until they pointed toward a metal door. I raised my fist and knocked.
One, two, three.
“No, it isn’t him.”
I smiled when I heard a voice I didn’t know. That must be Maria. She sounded annoyed too.
“Is Brian tall, dark, and handsome? Do you owe the mob?”
The mob? I looked like a mobster?
“What? No, Brian isn’t that good-looking,” Lucy said, and her admission made my chest puff. I was glad she found me better looking than her ex. “Oh, shit.” She must have looked through the peephole and saw me. “Godrick.”
“That’s Godrick? No wonder your so messed up in the head. The dude is hot.”
“Shut up, Maria. He can hear you!”
“Who cares!”
The banter on the other side of the door was humorous, and I found it enjoyable. I could stand out here and listen to it all night, but I really wanted to be inside with Lucy. I needed to make sure she was okay with my own two eyes. The doors of the elevator slid open, and Logan stepped out, brows pinching and eyes squinting, wondering why I was standing outside.
I pointed to the door. “They are talking.”
“Oh, there is my Red-Hot, looking all fine and delicious.”
I lifted a brow in question, and Logan pinched the bridge of his nose before running his hand through hair. “That would be Maria. A complete spitfire.”
“I heard that,” Maria said on the other side of the door.
“It means we can hear you too. Let us in,” I replied, watching the doorknob in hopes it would turn.
“Don’t you dare!” Lucy warned Maria as the lock slid away and when the door finally opened, Maria stood there in front of me while Lucy was a step behind her, her face flushed.
“Well, well, well, if this isn’t a wet dream, I don’t know what is,” Maria purred, but her attention was on Logan.
Hide and seek was over. Finders fucking keepers.
I win.