“Then I yelled at him because I can fight my own battles. I certainly don’t need Cam to do it for me.”
“What did Cam say?” Posey is clearly enthralled with the story. Must come with being a hairdresser. She gets gossip on the regular—not that she shares any with me for my show. She says it would be bad for business.
“He said Fisher would kick his ass if he knew he saw what happened and didn’t do anything. So now I have a one-star review. Yelp took down the remark about the clothes but kept the star there. I fucking hate Yelp.” Chevelle picks up a fry and dips it into her ranch dressing before popping it in her mouth. “Anyway, this is about Nikki. Carry on.”
I hold up my hand. There’s nothing more I can say. “I’m done. I should just go drink my sorrows away.”
“Where is my sister and who stole her pussy?” Posey asks, shocking all of us. We just stare at her for a minute. “You know how people say who took your balls for a man?”
The three of us nod.
“Gotcha,” I say.
“You don’t believe any of that. Logan’s a great guy, and he’s the one who came here looking for you. Remember that,” Posey says.
Posey has a point. I need to keep reminding myself of that fact if we’re going to get through these weeks without one another. It might still be early days for us, but I need to believe in what Logan and I share.
“What did Dad say when you talked to him?” Mandi asks. She’s the peacekeeper in our family, so she’s the one who talks to Dad more than any of us.
“He wanted tickets to the fight. Which reminds me…” I pull out my phone and send Logan my dad’s phone number for him to pass on to Vince to arrange the tickets. This way I don’t have to be involved in any of it.
Logan doesn’t respond right away, and I sigh. That’s been the norm since he returned to Vegas. Even our nightly conversations often consist of him dozing off from being so tired. Last night, I told him I had to do more research on Gavin Price so he could just go to bed and wouldn’t feel bad about not having a lengthy conversation with me.
“Let’s go out and do something fun!” Posey says.
“I prefer to wallow,” I say.
Chevelle throws a fry at me. “Posey’s right. We need to get you out. The press has all left since they think you’re broken up, so we’re free to do what we want.”
“I have to work.” Mandi slides out from the table to greet a few guests.
“I need to put some more work into the podcast. I bet Molly will go with you.”
Chevelle pulls out her phone and starts texting. “You’re honestly a bore, Nik.”
I stick out my tongue and we both laugh.
“Holy shit!” Posey says, eyeing the door. I move to turn my head, but she grabs my arm. “No.”
“What is it?”
“Gavin Price is here,” Posey says.
Chevelle’s head flings up in the air. “The Gavin Price?”
I turn around, and sure enough, it is him and he’s talking with Mandi.
Gavin Price is a famous child star. He was the main character in the most popular teen drama while Posey and Chevelle were growing up, which is why their jaws are hanging open right now.
“He’s gotten so manly looking,” Posey says.
“He’s even better looking than before,” Chevelle chimes in.
He walks over to our table with Mandi and my two sisters stare but say nothing.
I put out my hand. “Hey, Gavin, I’m Nikki Greene. I think you know my husband, Logan?” Jeez, it feels weird to refer to Logan that way out loud.
Mandi brings a chair over for Gavin to join us, while whispers commence about who he is from the other people in the restaurant.
“Hey, Nikki. Good to meet you. Well, he talked to me about your podcast, but he couldn’t stop raving about this town, so I felt compelled to come up and see what I’m missing. Plus, I had to get out of LA for a while.”
“Coffee? Tea?” Mandi asks.
“Coffee, black. Thanks.” He smiles at Mandi.
Her eyes go wide in dramatic fashion when she steps away from the table, putting her hand over her heart as if she’s going to pass out. Clearly, I’m the only Greene who will manage a conversation with the man.
“You came up just to visit?” I ask.
“Yep, and I have to say, I get why Stone loves it so much.”
My phone rings and I glance down to see that it’s Logan. “Speaking of the man.” I answer the phone. “Hello.”
“What are you wearing? If the answer is clothes, I need you to rectify that immediately and send me a picture.”
I giggle, thankful I didn’t put him on speaker. “Funny thing…”
“Did you not hear me?” He sounds breathless. I assume he just finished a workout.
“I did, but that will have to wait.”
“He’s probably asking her for a nude pic,” Gavin says to Posey and Chevelle, who still haven’t found their voices yet.
“Gavin Price is here,” I say.
There’s silence on the other end of the line for a beat. “Already? He didn’t let me know he was coming so soon.” Logan asks in a tone I swear holds some jealousy, but why would he be jealous of a man I just met?
“He said you raved about the town, so he wanted to come up and visit.”
“But the podcast isn’t happening yet. You’re not ready,” he says in an almost panicked tone I don’t understand.
“I know. Do you want to talk to him?”
Gavin holds out his hand and I pass the phone before Logan’s even agreed.
“How’s Vegas?” Gavin asks and listens. “You worked out in a sweaty gym for the last four hours while I get to sit at a table full of beautiful women. One of us got the shit end of the stick, Stone, and it wasn’t me.” He laughs.
I kick Chevelle and Posey under the table and they both straighten in their chairs, scowling at me. Hopefully that knocks them out of their trance.
Gavin talks to Logan for a few minutes then hands me back the phone. “He wants his wife.”
I stand and leave the table. God willing, Mandi can run interference between him and my newly mute sisters. “Was that jealousy I heard in your voice?” I take a seat in the small lobby of the inn.
“Damn right it was. I know all the women think Price is gorgeous, and now he gets to be there with you.”
“I never watched his show, if that makes you feel better.”
He chuckles. “God, this is pure torture.”
“It’s not too much longer.”
“I know, but it’s not ending soon enough. I wish you could come down this weekend.”
“I can’t. Remember we broke up?”
He laughs. “Don’t keep telling yourself that. Otherwise, you’ll start to believe it.”
“Never,” I say.
He blows out a long breath. The man has done everything he can to make sure I know he’s thinking of me all the time and I need to start repaying him.
“You sound frustrated.” I say.
“Hell yeah. You know that right before the fight, I’m going to fuck you every which way I can think of.”
“Are you sure you shouldn’t wait until after the fight?”