Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [42]
Like she’d ever admit to that. It did occur to her that her actions spoke louder than her words, and her actions had clearly indicated that she hadn’t been thinking clearly. But since then, Logan had gone out of his way to let her know that he thought she’d brought him bad luck and that she was a nuisance.
There had been that comment about having sex while they were in the storage room, but he’d just been teasing her. She certainly wasn’t going to bring up the subject again anytime soon.
“How long until we’re back at the Venetian?” she asked.
“Less than an hour now.” He reached for his iPhone and made a call. “Hey, Gramps, I’m on my way back and I need a favor. Can you pack up for me and bring my bag to the front of the Venetian so I can make my flight? Thanks. Yeah, we’re fine. See you soon.”
Megan’s stomach flip-flopped. She wasn’t ready to face the music yet. Sure, the road trip had been a way to get information about her mom, but it had also allowed her to avoid confrontation with her dad.
She still didn’t know what she was going to say when she saw him. And she saw him sooner than she expected, as he was waiting along with Buddy at the entrance of the Venetian.
Her dad’s brown hair was rumpled and his face was lined with worry.
“How did you know I’d be here?” she said as she got out of the car, still clutching the teacup and saucer. Logan had also gotten out of the car and come around to join his grandfather.
“Buddy told me,” her dad said.
“He’s been acting pretty crazy,” Buddy explained. “They all have. Except for Ingrid, of course, although she’s still mad and not speaking to me unless it’s about you and Logan. So when Logan called me, I passed the info along. Nice car, by the way.”
“It’s blue,” Megan and Logan said in unison.
Her gaze got caught up in his for a moment before he broke the eye contact.
“I’ve got a plane to catch and a vintage car to return,” Logan said impatiently.
“Can I hitch a ride with you to the airport?” Buddy asked. “I’ve got all my stuff.” He pointed to a suitcase beside him.
“Sure.” Logan picked up the suitcase and put it in the car. The bellman at the Venetian had already removed Megan’s vintage suitcase and bags from the trunk.
“Right. Well, thanks again for your help,” Megan told Logan as he slid into the driver’s seat.
Instead of answering, Logan simply drove off. No good-bye, no wave, no hug.
And just like that, Megan’s road trip was over, and it was back to reality . . . a reality she still felt unprepared to face.
Chapter Nine
Megan reluctantly turned to face her father.
“Where have you been?” he demanded. “I’ve been worried sick about you.”
Megan had had the entire drive back to think about what she was going to say to her dad, but instead she’d been distracted by that wildly intense kiss she’d shared with Logan. She could no longer deny that there was tons of chemistry between them.
Yet he couldn’t dump her fast enough and head off into the sunset, leaving her alone to face the music.
Fine. She could cope on her own. No problem. She didn’t need Logan.
Sure, she wantedhim, but she’d get over that.
Thank heavens she hadn’t been coerced into marrying him in Last Resort. It wasn’t as if she’d been the one trying to trap him in a shotgun wedding. She’d even offered to pay a thousand dollars notto marry him.
Was that why he’d taken off so fast? Because she’d insulted his male ego? Why was she even worrying about this now when she had this huge family crisis to deal with?
“Are you okay?” her dad repeated. “Where have you been?”
“We went to a brothel. But I didn’t marry him.” Okay, so Megan must be more out of it than she realized for those words to have come tumbling out of her mouth uncensored. She clasped her hand over her mouth to prevent any more verbal mishaps.
“Logan wanted to marry you in a brothel?”
She paused to try to mentally collect herself before replying. “No, nothing like that.