Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [60]
“You said it was important.”
“It is. It’s about my granddad.”
“Is he okay?”
“No. He’s pining for your grandmother. And he needs your help.”
“What does he expect me to do?”
“To talk to her,” Logan said. “Help her forgive him.”
“He would have done better to just tell the truth in the beginning. He could have avoided all this.”
“He didn’t realize the papers weren’t signed,” Logan said.
“It’s just hard when that trust has been broken ...”
“Are we still talking about my granddad or about your situation with your dad?”
“It’s hard not to find similarities.”
“You mean your dad didn’t realize your mom was still alive?”
“No.”
“Then I’m sorry, but I don’t see the similarities.”
“Because you’re a guy.”
He frowned at her. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You’re not as in touch with your emotional side.”
“Talk about a sexist comment.”
“But true. Some guys are in touch with their ...”
“Feminine side,” he mocked.
“Yes.”
“That’s not me,” Logan said.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“So are you going to help or not?”
She sighed. “What exactly can I do?”
“Talk to her. You’re good at that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What I said. You’re good at talking to people.”
“So are you.”
“What?” He pressed his hand to his heart in mocking disbelief. “Did you just give me a compliment?”
“Come on. That is not the first time I’ve complimented you.”
“Really? Name one other time.”
She paused to think about it.
“See?” he said. “This is the first time.”
“It is not. Give me a minute to think.”
“Take all the time you want. You’re not gonna come up with anything.”
She decided it was time to change the subject. Opening her large tote bag, she handed him a check.
“What’s this?” he said.
“It’s my portion of the hotel fee. In Last Resort.”
“It was a motel, not a hotel. A motel with a dogs-playing-poker painting over the bed.”
Logan talking about the bed got her hot and bothered. This was the first time she’d seen him since he’d dropped by her apartment and they’d ended up on her couch and almost made love. That had been a week ago, and she hadn’t heard a word from him until today. She should be totally aggravated with him. The truth was, she’d welcomed that week to try and figure out what was going on. Would they have had sex had he not been called into work? Did she have that little self-control where he was concerned?
Megan didn’t know the answer to those questions. The bottom line was that Logan had called and she dropped everything to meet him. Not that she had plans for tonight, but still . . .
“Talk to your grandmother,” Logan said. “She listens to you.”
“She’s one of the few people who does,” Megan muttered.
“Hey, I listen to you.”
“And ignore half of what I say.”
“I act on the important stuff.”
“Like what?”
“Like you saying, ‘I need immediate help finding my mom.’ You would never have known that your mom was at Woodstock if it wasn’t for me.”
“I would never have gone to the Butterfly Ranch either.”
He grinned at her. “Another plus.”
“Or stopped in Last Resort.”
“Did you have to bring that place up?”
“I checked their website, did I tell you? Chuck’s nephew has done a pretty impressive job with it,” she said.
“To this day, I don’t know if Cappy really exists or how many people actually live in Last Resort.”
“The population is listed as ...”
“Not many. Yes, I know. I saw the sign.”
“They’ve started a blog about turning obstacles into opportunities.”
“Bully for them.”
“You’re still holding that shotgun thing against them, aren’t you?”
“Damn right I am,” he said.
“It must have been a blow to your ego.”
“Leave my ego out of it. I wasn’t the one who offered to pay a thousand dollars not to get married.”
“Another blow to your ego, no doubt.”
“My ego is doing just fine, thank you. What are you smiling about?”
“It’s nice to push your buttons for a change,” she said. “I mean, you’re so good at pushing mine.”
“Really? And is that all I’m good at?”
“No,” she admitted softly. She leaned