Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
I snort. Loudly. "Unless half the team grew boobs and learned to apply a wicked cat-eye, this is not the team, Logan. It's fans who would like to fu–"
He swoops, claiming my lips in a hard kiss as his teammates laugh and cheer, egging him on. Like I said…this never works out in my favor. They're all idiots.
I bite his bottom lip, which only makes him growl and pull me closer.
I swear, there is no stopping this man. He's on cloud nine all day, every day, and nothing is bringing him back down again. It's annoyingly cute. I'm not telling him that, though.
"That's better," he sighs, his lips curving into a grin against mine.
"Can I have my phone back now?"
"No. You can work later. We're celebrating right now."
"I'm not working."
"Little liar."
"I'm not. I was reading comments on Lauren's essay," I mutter.
"That can wait until later, too," he says firmly. "You can troll the assholes of the world tomorrow."
"Oh, can I help?" Joaquin asks, rubbing his hands together. "I like fucking with assholes online."
"Of course you do," Archer sighs, sliding his arm around Wren's waist.
"Um, I seem to recall you calling someone a few colorful names online just a couple weeks ago, Mr. Captain," she retorts, poking him in the side. "What was it again? Oh, yeah." She snaps her fingers. "You said he couldn't kiss Alec Greggson's ass any harder if he was a poop stain in his underwear. And he'd be more useful to the world if he were a poop stain because at least then he'd be chafing his ass instead of–"
Archer cuts her off by kissing her.
"Stop kissing her," Micah growls, his eyes narrowed on the two of them. I don't think he's mad, though. At least, I don't think he is. He stopped being pissed after…well, never mind. That's a long story.
"Yeah, stop kissing her," River says, smirking. "I want to hear what the fuck you actually said. Because I know damn well you didn't call some motherfucker a poop stain."
Archer responds by flipping them off.
"Give me my phone," I grumble to Logan while everyone is distracted.
"No." He taps my nose. "We're living our lives tonight, baby."
That's what he always says. We're living our lives. No matter how crazy things get, he just keeps saying it. And things have gotten crazy.
Montaque shared every word of my quote about my father. Reporters showed up en masse, trying to see what else I had to say. That lasted for about two days before some other woman came forward to admit that she's been having an affair with my father for the last three years.
A leopard doesn't change his spots.
And the press never stay gone for long.
They were right back on our doorstep once Alice helped Logan draft and release a statement about Lauren. It was not complimentary to Montaque. When they mentioned the reporter trying to gain access to release her private health information, people were…shocked. They were equally as shocked to hear that he called a mental institution an insane asylum. It's been a long month for him, too.
Lauren followed up the statement by releasing a personal essay about living with schizophrenia. Her story is beautiful and tragic and so full of hope. If anyone doubted the kind of guy Logan is…well, there's no doubting him after reading what she had to say about him. I bawled like a freaking baby reading it.
Judging by most of the comments, I'm not the only one. He's going to have a whole new legion of fans in his corner soon. He deserves it. Honestly, I can't think of anyone more deserving. He's been her sword and her shield for so long. Now, he's mine too.
But he's doing it the right way this time. He's been talking to Emilia, working through his issues. It's helping. I think seeing the way most people are embracing Lauren has helped too. The world still isn't kind. There are still assholes. But it is kinder.
Men like him have made it that way. And men like him will keep making it that way. In the meantime, I'm telling off the people who are jerks. It doesn't really help, but it does make me feel better.
Logan just rolls with it, just like he does every other thing I do. It's one of the million things I love about him. I'm sure I'll find one million more. For the record, him stealing my phone is not one of them. That's just annoying.
"I'm borrowing this," I tell the team, reaching for the pitcher of beer as he tucks my phone into his pocket.
"Hell no," Jordan growls, snatching it off the table before I can reach it, making his fiancee, Sutton, laugh loudly. "I am not buying these assholes another round because Logan is pissing you off."
Everyone else cracks up.
"Give her back the phone," River demands, scowling at Logan. "If I have to wear beer tonight, I'm going to be pissed."