He instinctively threw his arms around me to catch me. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed myself up slightly. His eyes met mine. “What in the…” I looked around and realized I was in the bedroom. “How did I get here? Why are you on the floor?” I asked groggily. “You looked unco
The following afternoon, after several meetings with our potential new client, Logan and I returned to the hotel room. I had just under an hour to pack and move and then get ready for dinner with the new clients. Logan was walking back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom, looking o
My breaths grew shorter and faster. I tried to slow them down, but I could not. I was hyperventilating and headed into full-blown panic mode. “Oh, hey,” Logan rushed to my side and wrapped his arms around me. He held my head to his chest and rested his chin on top of my head. “It’s okay. Ral
He laughed. “Alright, fine, you go first.” “Truth or dare?” I asked. “Truth seems safer,” he said. “Why did you try so hard to make things work with my sister?” I asked, a question I’d been wondering for some time. “Truthfully?” He asked. “That is the name of
Just as his lips were about to reach mine, a voice rang out over the elevator loudspeaker. “Hello? Are you okay in there?” A male voice asked. We both jumped at the sound of it. Logan jumped up and pushed one of the buttons on the right side panel. “Yes! Can you hear me?” “Lo
Logan walked through his front door after returning from the NYC trip that Wednesday night. He was exhausted, mostly mentally, from all of the things that had gone down between him and Hazel. He couldn’t think any more about her tonight. His plan was to go straight to bed and sleep for the
My mouth fell open and my head began to spin. Was this really happening? “Well, I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Logan smiled at us then went into his office. Sabrina stuck her hand out in front of her, with the fingers pointed downward, like one does when they want someone to grab and kis
Logan glanced out of his office window as Sabrina droned on about…he wasn’t even sure, he’d stopped listening about ten minutes in. He hated how sad Hazel looked, slumped over her keyboard. Sabrina was just the first person the temp agency had recommended. He felt he had to find someone quickly t
“I’ve been in this game for too long,” Senior said. “When I first got the news, I could only think about my legacy. I became obsessed with it. I’m not like you, Walter. I didn’t think about my family, or anyone else. Only myself.” “It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks,” Mr. Hudgens said. He la
“Janice,” Senior said. All smug arrogance disappeared from his voice. “What are you doing here?” “At first I didn’t think I would come,” Janice replied. “After all these years… I didn’t want to see your face ever again for as long as I lived. Better to leave well enough alone. But… after hearing e
I glanced down at my pink blouse and gray slacks. What was so wrong with my outfits? I dressed professionally… mostly. He really thought I needed supervision to pick out an outfit.Looking at Logan, I saw my own disbelief mirrored back at me. This was absolutely ridiculous.“Is that it?” Walter aske
In front of the partition screen, a large table had been assembled, with rows of chairs on either side, facing each other. We took our side, and Senior and his team of lawyers took theirs. There were so many lawyers that many of them had to stand.Senior sat across from Logan, though his glare of di
“He might surprise us,” Dylan said, a shred of hope in his voice, under a healthy level of cynicism.“Don’t hold your breath,” Frank replied.“The problem is we don’t know fully what to expect,” Mabel said. “Well – other than Senior being a crotchety asshole who will try to cheat us at every turn. W
“It’s time to talk to Logan and Hazel and stop this whole thing,” Dylan said. “You are outnumbered and outmatched, with so many people ready to stand against you.”Opening the top of the folder, Senior glared down at the stack of papers in the stack. “Disgruntled former employees. Fake friends. Fami
“We were just hoping to talk to her,” I said.The man’s brow lifted slightly. “Are you selling something? Wait -- why do you look familiar?” Narrowing his eyes, he gazed at us with suspicion. Then, suddenly, recognition must have struck him because his eyes widened. “You’re those people from the new
Despite the general unpleasantness of the conversation with the mayor and the governor, they eventually agreed to let us go. They had no real reason to hold us, and Logan saw through their veiled threats easily enough.In fact, he even seemed to make them feel to make them feel like unsupportive fri
That day, we changed our minds and decided to release six interviews to the website, with Michael Hatfield’s being the final. Overnight, the story gained so much national traction that the sheriff and two security men show up at our door.“Logan Hatfield? Hazel Whitaker? The mayor wants to speak wit