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inside the Jeep before shutting the door. “Where to?” She glanced over at Amy, then frowned. “What’s up?” She turned her entire body toward her friend.
“What else?” Amy groaned and leaned her head back against the headrest.
“Logan?” Kristen said just as Amy nodded. “What did he do this time?”
Amy rolled her eyes. “Drinks first, then I’ll tell you.”
Kristen reached over and squeezed her hand. “We’ll make it through this.”
“Right, just like last time.”
“Maybe he’ll move again,” Kristen suggested.
“One can only hope,” she prayed out loud.
Logan watched Amy storm out of the office. He knew better than to stop a woman on a rampage. After all, that’s how a few of his relationships had ended over the years.
When she was gone, he sat back down at his computer and finished his work. When his uncle walked into the room a few minutes later, worry written on his face, he knew he wouldn’t get any more work done for the day.
“What have you done now to upset Amy?” His uncle leaned on the side of her desk and put his hands in his trouser pockets.
Logan laughed. “Hell if I know.”
His uncle just looked at him. So he threw his hands up, providing a better answer.
“Fine, I might have maneuvered her into going out with me.”
“You’re so desperate, you have to play games to get girls to go out with you now?”
“When you know what kind of history we have . . . yeah. This was the only way to convince her,” he admitted.
“Seems to me coming right out and saying you’re sorry would be easier.”
“Easier, but not as fun.” He couldn’t admit to his uncle that it was really fear preventing him from apologizing to her for years of torment. Fear of messing things up with Amy again.
“Boy,” his uncle walked over and patted him on the shoulder. “You don’t know what you’re in for. Amy has done a lot of growing herself. She’s not the little girl whose pigtails you used to tug on anymore.”
“Trust me, I know that.” He thought about the differences in her and how much he’d been turned on by them.
“She’s cautious,” his uncle said.
“I’ve noticed.” He couldn’t remember her ever acting that way when they were younger, but then again, he hadn’t paid attention to her then as he was now.
“She won’t take being treated badly lying down.”
Logan leaned back in the chair.
“She’s . . .” His uncle shook his head. “I won’t stand here warning you anymore. I can tell you’re not going to listen to a word I say.” He laughed. “What do you say you take an old man out for dinner so I won’t have to eat alone?”
Logan shut down his computer and stood. “Fine, but you’re buying.”
His uncle slapped him on the shoulder. “Fine, but you’re buying the beer.”
They headed out and Logan drove to one of his uncle’s favorite Mexican restaurants. When the smell of the food hit him, he realized he’d been starving. As the soft music floated around him and the warm atmosphere surrounded him, along with the refreshing taste of a good imported beer, he thought about how he had always had a good time with his uncle. Even though the man had been missing for most of his childhood, he still felt close to him.
Maybe because he reminded him so much of himself. Gary Bartolo was a joker. Most people in his office didn’t know it, but the man knew how to make people laugh.
By the time their dinner was served, his uncle had their waitress crying with laughter.
“Kill ’em with laughter, son,” he said, smiling over the table at him. “No matter what’s going on in life, there isn’t a situation that can’t be solved or gotten over with a good laugh.”
He thought about it and didn’t want to contradict him. Not since they were both working on their second beer.
Logan had used humor most of his life to mask the pain of his childhood. He knew he’d been a little devil growing up. He could easily blame it on the fact that
“What else?” Amy groaned and leaned her head back against the headrest.
“Logan?” Kristen said just as Amy nodded. “What did he do this time?”
Amy rolled her eyes. “Drinks first, then I’ll tell you.”
Kristen reached over and squeezed her hand. “We’ll make it through this.”
“Right, just like last time.”
“Maybe he’ll move again,” Kristen suggested.
“One can only hope,” she prayed out loud.
Logan watched Amy storm out of the office. He knew better than to stop a woman on a rampage. After all, that’s how a few of his relationships had ended over the years.
When she was gone, he sat back down at his computer and finished his work. When his uncle walked into the room a few minutes later, worry written on his face, he knew he wouldn’t get any more work done for the day.
“What have you done now to upset Amy?” His uncle leaned on the side of her desk and put his hands in his trouser pockets.
Logan laughed. “Hell if I know.”
His uncle just looked at him. So he threw his hands up, providing a better answer.
“Fine, I might have maneuvered her into going out with me.”
“You’re so desperate, you have to play games to get girls to go out with you now?”
“When you know what kind of history we have . . . yeah. This was the only way to convince her,” he admitted.
“Seems to me coming right out and saying you’re sorry would be easier.”
“Easier, but not as fun.” He couldn’t admit to his uncle that it was really fear preventing him from apologizing to her for years of torment. Fear of messing things up with Amy again.
“Boy,” his uncle walked over and patted him on the shoulder. “You don’t know what you’re in for. Amy has done a lot of growing herself. She’s not the little girl whose pigtails you used to tug on anymore.”
“Trust me, I know that.” He thought about the differences in her and how much he’d been turned on by them.
“She’s cautious,” his uncle said.
“I’ve noticed.” He couldn’t remember her ever acting that way when they were younger, but then again, he hadn’t paid attention to her then as he was now.
“She won’t take being treated badly lying down.”
Logan leaned back in the chair.
“She’s . . .” His uncle shook his head. “I won’t stand here warning you anymore. I can tell you’re not going to listen to a word I say.” He laughed. “What do you say you take an old man out for dinner so I won’t have to eat alone?”
Logan shut down his computer and stood. “Fine, but you’re buying.”
His uncle slapped him on the shoulder. “Fine, but you’re buying the beer.”
They headed out and Logan drove to one of his uncle’s favorite Mexican restaurants. When the smell of the food hit him, he realized he’d been starving. As the soft music floated around him and the warm atmosphere surrounded him, along with the refreshing taste of a good imported beer, he thought about how he had always had a good time with his uncle. Even though the man had been missing for most of his childhood, he still felt close to him.
Maybe because he reminded him so much of himself. Gary Bartolo was a joker. Most people in his office didn’t know it, but the man knew how to make people laugh.
By the time their dinner was served, his uncle had their waitress crying with laughter.
“Kill ’em with laughter, son,” he said, smiling over the table at him. “No matter what’s going on in life, there isn’t a situation that can’t be solved or gotten over with a good laugh.”
He thought about it and didn’t want to contradict him. Not since they were both working on their second beer.
Logan had used humor most of his life to mask the pain of his childhood. He knew he’d been a little devil growing up. He could easily blame it on the fact that
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