Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [57]
“He was trying to save his grandfather from committing bigamy. You can’t blame the guy for that.”
“Did you know that your father went to Logan’s boss and told him to make sure Logan stays away from me?”
“Damn. My dad can be such a pain in the butt sometimes. I love him but . . . I thought he knew better.”
“Apparently not.”
“What was Logan’s reaction?”
“He was not a happy camper.”
“I’ll bet. So you’ve never even kissed him, huh?” At Megan’s startled blush, Faith laughed triumphantly. “A-ha, I knew it! Caught ya. So, is he a good kisser?”
“Did I interrogate you about Caine this way?”
“Absolutely. Turnabout is fair play.”
“I apologize. I should have minded my own business. But you’re a better woman than I am and don’t need to make the same mistakes I did by butting into someone else’s private life to this extreme.”
“To quote Buddy, toughen up buttercup. Now tell me all the juicy details.”
Knowing Faith wouldn’t give up until she got an answer, Megan gave in. “Yes, he’s a good kisser. But he’s a cop. A divorced cop.”
“Buddy told me once that Logan’s wife cheated on him.”
“That’s right.”
“So the divorce wasn’t his fault. Which means the problem isn’t that he’s divorced. It’s the fact that he’s a cop, right?”
Megan nodded. “You know why I feel that way.”
“What happened with Wendy wasn’t your fault.”
“That’s what Logan said.”
Faith’s expression reflected her surprise. “You told him about Wendy?”
“I had to. We were stuck together in a motel room.”
“Whoa, stop right there.” Faith put her hands out. “You and Logan shared a motel room? That must have involved more than just kissing. Am I right? I am! I’m right. I can tell by looking at your face. I can’t believe you were going to leave that part out.” She tossed a crumpled paper napkin at Megan. “What else did you leave out?”
“The shotgun wedding part.”
“OMG, you and Logan are married?!”
“Stop squealing. We are not married. We refused to be participate in the extortion plan.”
“Extortion? This is getting juicy. I think you better start at the beginning. How did you and Logan hook up in the first place?”
“At the reception I overheard Dad talking to Uncle Jeff, who said my mother was still alive. I was so freaked I confronted my dad, who said it was true. I ran out of the room and bumped into Logan a few minutes later. I couldn’t breathe. There was no air ...” She shook off the upsetting memory. “To calm me down, he took me to get pancakes in Lucille.”
Faith’s face reflected her confusion. “Lucille?”
“A blue 1957 Chevy Bel Air that’s really aqua.”
“Right.”
“A friend loaned it to him.”
“And the pancakes?”
“Logan thought they’d make me feel better.”
“That was sweet of him.”
“So he did a database search on his iPhone and didn’t get much aside from the fact that my mother was at Woodstock.”
“Really? How cool is that!”
“Yeah. Someone blogged about going with my mom to Woodstock. And it turned out, this person didn’t live that far away, so we went to go speak to her. We couldn’t call or e-mail. The only contact was her address.”
“What about the blog?”
“She hadn’t posted for weeks. So we went to the brothel.”
“Whoa! The brothel?”
“She owns a brothel. The Butterfly Ranch. But she’s smart and nice.”
“Hey, I don’t judge. But a brothel?”
“I know, it was a little strange at first. Not that we really went inside. Just to Fiona’s office in a trailer by itself. She had the neatest French country furnishings. Anyway, she gave me two photos of my mom. Well, they’re copies, but still I thought that was nice of her.” She took them from a nearby table and showed them to Faith.
“Fiona and my mom went to high school together,” Megan continued. “After Woodstock, they both promised to keep their mud-spattered bell-bottom jeans. Fiona kept hers. I don’t know if my mom did.”
“Did you ask your dad?”
Megan shook her head. “I couldn’t. If I said I knew about her being at Woodstock, then he’d know that I’d been investigating her myself. And I don’t want him to know that in case he or your dad try to sabotage my search.”
“Right.”
“So after