Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [27]
“It would save me having to sell them on eBay. I can’t wear them anymore. They don’t fit me.”
“How about I pay you for them?” Megan said. “I mean, if you were going to sell them on eBay anyway. How much do you want for them?”
“I don’t know. I’m not an expert at prices for vintage clothes these days.”
“I’m no expert but I do have a good idea,” Megan said. She did a quick mental tally of the items and offered Pepper a fair price.
“Let me throw in my old American Tourister purple hard shell suitcase to put it all in. I realize that nothing here is quite right for today’s casual wear though, so we’ll stop at the gift shop on the way down to the motel.”
“The town has a gift shop?”
Pepper nodded. “It’s not large but it’s attached to the motel office. We have T-shirts and some other things.”
Half an hour later, Megan tiptoed into the motel room where Logan was still sleeping. Pepper had given her a key. The drapes were drawn against the outside sunshine and she had to pause a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Logan was sprawled out on the bed. He’d removed his T-shirt and loosened his jeans but hadn’t removed them. He rolled away from her, leaving space on the king-size bed for her to sit down.
Megan cautiously moved forward. She didn’t want to wake him, but she was so tired she was afraid she’d end up in a boneless puddle on the carpet, which was orange shag despite Pepper’s assurances that this room had been rehabbed.
One step, two . . . She reached for the bed. She’d just rest for a few minutes . . .
She sank onto the soft mattress. She only had a second to enjoy the fact that the bed was so comfortable before she was grabbed and flattened by a half-naked Logan.
Chapter Six
Megan looked up at Logan’s face as he glared down at her, his arm across her upper chest. He blinked at her a few times before his expression changed and he quickly released her.
Scooting off the bed, she said, “Hey, if you didn’t want to share the bed, you only had to tell me instead of grabbing me that way.” She rubbed her shoulders.
“Did I hurt you?” His voice was husky and gruff.
She backed away. “You like your space. No problem.”
“No, it’s not that.” He rubbed his hand over his face, drawing her attention to his shadowy stubble, which gave him a dangerously sexy look. “I’m sorry I grabbed you that way. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“What did you mean to do?”
He shook his head and looked away. “I was having a nightmare,” he muttered.
“About being attacked by a librarian?”
“No.” His bark of laughter held no humor. “A lot worse than that.”
She moved a little closer. “Something to do with your job?”
“Yeah. So now you’re probably adding this incident to your list of reasons why you dislike cops.”
“I realize your job is stressful.”
“You don’t have to make excuses for me.”
“Trust me, I’m not.”
“So why do you have this thing against cops? Did a former boyfriend cheat on you? Or is it a philosophical thing?”
“No, it’s very personal.”
“So you did date a cop.”
Megan shook her head. “Not me. Wendy, my best friend in college. We were roommates and bonded the minute we met. We were both a little dorky, loved reading and were Nancy Drew fans as kids. Oh, and we both collected vintage Lilly Pulitzer. What are the odds of that?”
“Since I have no idea who or what Lilly Pulitzer is, I can’t give you the odds.”
“She’s a designer. Wendy and I both loved her floral dresses from the sixties.”
“Some fancy designer to go with your fancy Streeterville address?”
“Hey, I was not born with a silver spoon. Far from it. I grew up on the South Side. Two blocks from Faith’s house. Both our houses were brick bungalows and had the same floor plan.”
“Yeah, I know all about brick bungalows. I grew up in one too.”
“My family’s business didn’t take off until I was a teenager. The dresses that Wendy and I collected in college were picked up at garage sales and thrift stores. It was the fun of the hunt. We’d hit church rummage sales searching for our next find. You wouldn’t understand.”