Logan smirked at the sign plastered to the building in all caps along the front.
REEVES.
That was it. Nothing less, nothing more. No ‘& Associates’ or ‘Attorney at Law’ or even ‘Real Estate Firm.’ Jack didn't need any of that, affluent enough that you either knew about him from business associates who needed his services on a daily basis, or you didn't. No need for advertisement because his clients just repeatedly rolled in.
With his luggage in hand, Logan stepped up on to the sidewalk and tilted his head back, enjoying the expansive upward view of the building itself. He was always impressed with the high-rise and how its black glass windows reflected most of the buildings across the street. He took a deep breath and made his way into REEVES.
“May I help you?” A stellar blonde with bright red lipstick greeted him.
“Hi. I'm here to see Jack. He told me he’d be waiting.”
“Your name, sir?”
“Logan Reeves.”
She glanced away from her computer monitor and up into his eyes, giving him an undeniable look of attraction. “I would’ve guessed that. I'm Suzanna. You look exactly like Mr. Reeves.”
Logan laughed. “I suppose that's a compliment…unless he’s starting to look his age.”
Suzanna smiled. “No, sir. He is not. You can go up now. I trust you know where you’re going?”
“I do. Thank you.”
“Anytime. If you need anything else, let me know.” He bet if he needed anything else, she would be happy to give it to him if the look in her eyes were any indication.
“Oh, I will.” He flashed her his most charming smile before making his way to the security guard. He showed the man his ID card and made his way up to see his father.
It always surprised Logan how Jack never seemed to age. Year after year and Jack never changed. Never looked a day over fifty.
“Son, good to see you,” Jack bellowed, embracing Logan into a bear hug.
“You too, Pops. What's this? A grey hair?” Logan teased.
Jack ducked from Logan’s outstretched arm. “I wouldn't be surprised. They say once you’re my age and you get one it’ll take over your entire head like a bunch of at a picnic table. How was the flight?”
“Good. Tried sleeping, but you know how it is.”
“Can't stand commercial flights anymore. Hiroshi Miyamoto will be here shortly. Let's go in my office and talk before he arrives.”
Chapter Nine
Gabriella still had a splitting headache and the day wasn't even half over. She had seriously pondered the idea of putting a ‘No Children Under 8’ sign on the outside of Lolita to thwart off any potential screaming and rambunctious kids that came in with their mothers. She hadn't drunk in quite a long time; she had forgotten what it felt like to be blessed with a hangover. She’d awakened in Logan’s bed to two pain-relievers and orange juice and a hand-written note from him. Cinderella – You owe me big time and I will collect. Try to lay off the wine coolers while I'm gone and be a good girl. When I come back, we need to talk. ~Logan.
Well that was just fine. She hadn't been that horrible last night that he thought he needed to reprimand her. Had she? Her memory was pretty fuzzy. She remembered the beginning of the evening, complaining to him about Cody, but aside from that, she didn't remember much else.
She had finished her wine coolers in record time, and she vaguely recalled drinking some of Blake Bryant's micro-brew—something she rarely drank. She enjoyed the taste but didn’t want the unwanted weight on her hips. It wasn't like she had a drinking problem by any means so why it was so important that they talk when he came back was beyond her. Maybe this had something to do with his father’s firm and he’d made a decision.
That was probably it. It had been plaguing him for quite some time now, that he must have made a decision. Although he never mentioned anything about it last night. What decision could he have possibly come to while sleeping? She swore Logan was the only guy she knew who could, while sleeping, come up with a plan and make decisions. The next morning he would always be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, happy with a decision he made overnight.
Selfishly, she loved Logan. If he moved to Manhattan, it would be the first time in their lives they would be separated for longer than a month. They talked or texted each other every day and saw each other almost as much and if he moved to the East Coast, she would rarely see him, if ever. If his father’s law firm was exactly as Jack said it was, there would be no way Logan could ever find time to come back to Colorado. He would be too busy keeping afloat his father’s multi-million-dollar empire. He wouldn’t have time for her.
The same was true for her. She had Lolita to run. Not having been open very long, it was her first priority. She had to make sure it would succeed. She wouldn’t be able to take too much time off and even if she did, Logan would still have work.
It was a hard place to be in. She had avoided delving into the pros and cons of what would happen if he chose to move away. He would make a lot more money. He would become emotionally closer to his father. He could see him more than he did growing up. Granted, he did see his father growing up, but he would actually be able to spend father/son time with him. Bond with him. Maybe they would go fishing on their days off.
She would miss him to death. She would miss his help around her store. Miss having someone there that always wanted to see her at a moment’s notice. He was someone that understood her—he got her. Many times, they could
