villain, he would deliver him to her on a silver platter. “Get rid of her.”
“I told her you were here.” Wilson crossed his arms. “She seems nice.”
Nice wasn’t the word. “Tell her she will have to wait for my call.”
“I’m not your secretary.”
“Log, come on.” Isaac grabbed his arm.
“Would you like to meet her?” He rubbed his hands together. “She’s an expert on the movie. If anyone could pick you out of a crowd, it would be her.”
“She didn’t fall prey to the great Logan Alexander, and she’s trying to save her job. I think more than being pissed, you’re fascinated and you hate that.” Isaac lifted his chin. “If and when you want me to meet her because you want to show her off, not show her up, I’ll meet her.”
“Wilson?” A voice distinctively Ivy’s rang through the building. “Excuse me, Wilson?”
Wilson turned to the door. “What should I do?”
“She’s calling you. Let her interview you.” He pulled off his apron and slid the bandana off his hair.
“Wilson!” Her voice came closer. She knocked on the door and it cracked open.
“Stop her!” he spat at his brother and turned to Isaac. They didn’t need Ivy’s questions about Isaac. The woman was naturally sharp. “Get out of here.”
Wilson put his hand on the door, blocking her. “One second!”
“Later.” Isaac rounded up his belongings and snuck out the back door.
Once sure that Isaac had escaped, Wilson opened the kitchen door. “Look what I found.”
Ivy entered alone, looking right at Logan.
He revved up for the storm to come, but rather than stomping into the kitchen ready to berate him for making her track him down, she tiptoed through the doorway with her huge eyes taking him all in. At the sight of her, he downgraded his storm to more of a strong wind instead of a tornado, but he still raged on.
“Since I didn’t give you this address, or indicated a time we would meet, I must ask what you are doing here?” He prepared to hear some convoluted story that held as much resemblance to the truth as Drew in his getup resembled Isaac.
“I didn’t mean to come back here, but a deliveryman arrived.” She turned to Wilson and back to him.
“Let me go tend to that.” Wilson left, making sure the door closed behind him.
“I’m sorry, I know I must look like a crazy fan, but I panicked when you didn’t get back to me. I went to your agent for help.” She glanced around the kitchen.
Panic. Help. Trained to show whatever reaction he wanted, he crossed his arms and leaned back on his heels, remaining silent to prod her to continue.
She shrugged. “I know it doesn’t matter to you as much as me, but I really want to make this work. When I got a clue as to where you might be, I had to come.”
“Because I’m your only option left?” At those words leaving his mouth, his teeth made that horrible scratching that reverberated through his skull and he shuddered. “I know you asked Brian for someone else.”
“I wasn’t sure if you were still going to do the project with me, and as you know, I have a lot riding on this.”
She gave him a standard answer as bland and boring as a frozen diet meal.
“Actually.” She shut her eyes for a moment as if trying to collect her thoughts. “I was mad at me and you and I wasn’t sure if I wanted your agent to force you to work with me or give me someone else, but on the drive over, I realized that if you aren’t going to be my cohost, I’m ready to call cut on the whole project.”
“You’re willing to lose your job if I don’t do the story with you?” He uncrossed his arms.
She pressed her palm to her stomach. “There’s something to be said for knowing who you can work with.”
He lowered his toes to the floor and stepped forward into her personal space. “You think you can work with me?” It might have been the first time that sentence was uttered.
She didn’t back away. Instead, she chose to stand her ground and
“I told her you were here.” Wilson crossed his arms. “She seems nice.”
Nice wasn’t the word. “Tell her she will have to wait for my call.”
“I’m not your secretary.”
“Log, come on.” Isaac grabbed his arm.
“Would you like to meet her?” He rubbed his hands together. “She’s an expert on the movie. If anyone could pick you out of a crowd, it would be her.”
“She didn’t fall prey to the great Logan Alexander, and she’s trying to save her job. I think more than being pissed, you’re fascinated and you hate that.” Isaac lifted his chin. “If and when you want me to meet her because you want to show her off, not show her up, I’ll meet her.”
“Wilson?” A voice distinctively Ivy’s rang through the building. “Excuse me, Wilson?”
Wilson turned to the door. “What should I do?”
“She’s calling you. Let her interview you.” He pulled off his apron and slid the bandana off his hair.
“Wilson!” Her voice came closer. She knocked on the door and it cracked open.
“Stop her!” he spat at his brother and turned to Isaac. They didn’t need Ivy’s questions about Isaac. The woman was naturally sharp. “Get out of here.”
Wilson put his hand on the door, blocking her. “One second!”
“Later.” Isaac rounded up his belongings and snuck out the back door.
Once sure that Isaac had escaped, Wilson opened the kitchen door. “Look what I found.”
Ivy entered alone, looking right at Logan.
He revved up for the storm to come, but rather than stomping into the kitchen ready to berate him for making her track him down, she tiptoed through the doorway with her huge eyes taking him all in. At the sight of her, he downgraded his storm to more of a strong wind instead of a tornado, but he still raged on.
“Since I didn’t give you this address, or indicated a time we would meet, I must ask what you are doing here?” He prepared to hear some convoluted story that held as much resemblance to the truth as Drew in his getup resembled Isaac.
“I didn’t mean to come back here, but a deliveryman arrived.” She turned to Wilson and back to him.
“Let me go tend to that.” Wilson left, making sure the door closed behind him.
“I’m sorry, I know I must look like a crazy fan, but I panicked when you didn’t get back to me. I went to your agent for help.” She glanced around the kitchen.
Panic. Help. Trained to show whatever reaction he wanted, he crossed his arms and leaned back on his heels, remaining silent to prod her to continue.
She shrugged. “I know it doesn’t matter to you as much as me, but I really want to make this work. When I got a clue as to where you might be, I had to come.”
“Because I’m your only option left?” At those words leaving his mouth, his teeth made that horrible scratching that reverberated through his skull and he shuddered. “I know you asked Brian for someone else.”
“I wasn’t sure if you were still going to do the project with me, and as you know, I have a lot riding on this.”
She gave him a standard answer as bland and boring as a frozen diet meal.
“Actually.” She shut her eyes for a moment as if trying to collect her thoughts. “I was mad at me and you and I wasn’t sure if I wanted your agent to force you to work with me or give me someone else, but on the drive over, I realized that if you aren’t going to be my cohost, I’m ready to call cut on the whole project.”
“You’re willing to lose your job if I don’t do the story with you?” He uncrossed his arms.
She pressed her palm to her stomach. “There’s something to be said for knowing who you can work with.”
He lowered his toes to the floor and stepped forward into her personal space. “You think you can work with me?” It might have been the first time that sentence was uttered.
She didn’t back away. Instead, she chose to stand her ground and
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