Logan
intended to make sure he saw this guy again.
“Gabi and Christian own Metaphora, a very famous art gallery
in Chelsea,” Adam said, pride clear in his voice. “It’s recognized
six DegRees of Lust 77
by artists and critics alike all over the states as well as some places
in Europe.”
“Congratulations to both of you.” Logan smiled at them.
“Don’t think I’ve ever been to your gallery.”
Christian, who appeared to be a serial flirt, took a business
card out of his satchel and offered it to him with a wide smile and
a lot of sass. “You should make some time and stop by. I promise
to give you an exclusive tour myself.”
“Don’t mind if I do. I’ve been interviewing artists and gallery
owners for a few days now, getting some information on canvases
and art materials. Speaking of which…” A quick glance at his
watch told him it was time to get going. Once again he shook
everybody’s hand. “As much as I’d like to stay and talk for a while,
work is calling. It was nice meeting you both. Hopefully I’ll see
you around soon.”
“Will you at least try and make it to my birthday party?” Adam
asked in a rush. “I know it’s still two months away, but with you,
it pays to book in advance. And you’ve missed it the past two
years, Lo!”
“Send me the info and I’ll do my best, okay?” He gently
squeezed Adam’s shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. “See
you later, babe.”
“Don’t be a stranger!” Gabi said. Christian just smiled and
waved, then watched him walk out the door. Logan knew they’d
see each other again.
It wasn’t until he started off down the street that he gave a
second thought to the gorgeous woman’s name.
“Gabi,” he whispered. “Gabi, who happens to be the co-
owner of an art gallery in Chelsea…” He stopped and stared at
Escape for a second, then turned back and headed for his SUV.
“No fucking way… right…?”
He grinned and started his SUV. He had never believed in
coincidences.
ChAPteR fiVe
May 20, 2009
Houston, Texas
Hey there.
It was a little after eleven on a rather busy Wednesday night
at The Five Alarm when he got the first text message. There was
not a table to spare in the dining area and the bar was packed to
the gills, overflowing with customers watching the baseball game
on the multiple plasma TVs scattered all over the establishment.
To say it took him by surprise would be the understatement
of the year. For starters, things had gotten pretty awkward at the
end in that hotel room. Then there was the fact that the Yankee
didn’t strike him as the type to follow up with his hook ups,
especially when they were from out of town and the sex didn’t
quite happen.
Yes?
Mac sent the short reply and put his cell phone back in his jeans
pocket. He wasn’t exactly happy with the way Sexy Super Agent
handled things, and Sam was lucky Mac was replying at all. After
taking a quick look at the drink order for table seven he rushed
to get it ready and gave it to Tina, along with a grateful smile. She
winked at him and was gone a second later, her magenta ponytail
bouncing down her back, expertly navigating her way through
the crowd. It was supposed to be her night off, but she’d gladly
showed up when she heard Mac was short staffed.
His phone vibrated again.
Remember me?
Christ, did he ever. Mac had remembered the blue eyed
Yankee twice a day and again that morning before going to bed
80 Taylor V. Donovan
since his return from New York. Which needed to stop.
What do you want?
He grabbed a couple of Coronas, a Bud Light, and a bottled
water and set it on the next tray. Good to know there was a
designated driver on table twelve. That crowd was on the wild
side. The phone vibrated again.
There’s something I gotta know.
Huh.
What is it?
The reply came before he could put his phone away.
Do you have a wife? A partner? Kids? Because the
last thing I need is to mess around with
intended to make sure he saw this guy again.
“Gabi and Christian own Metaphora, a very famous art gallery
in Chelsea,” Adam said, pride clear in his voice. “It’s recognized
six DegRees of Lust 77
by artists and critics alike all over the states as well as some places
in Europe.”
“Congratulations to both of you.” Logan smiled at them.
“Don’t think I’ve ever been to your gallery.”
Christian, who appeared to be a serial flirt, took a business
card out of his satchel and offered it to him with a wide smile and
a lot of sass. “You should make some time and stop by. I promise
to give you an exclusive tour myself.”
“Don’t mind if I do. I’ve been interviewing artists and gallery
owners for a few days now, getting some information on canvases
and art materials. Speaking of which…” A quick glance at his
watch told him it was time to get going. Once again he shook
everybody’s hand. “As much as I’d like to stay and talk for a while,
work is calling. It was nice meeting you both. Hopefully I’ll see
you around soon.”
“Will you at least try and make it to my birthday party?” Adam
asked in a rush. “I know it’s still two months away, but with you,
it pays to book in advance. And you’ve missed it the past two
years, Lo!”
“Send me the info and I’ll do my best, okay?” He gently
squeezed Adam’s shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. “See
you later, babe.”
“Don’t be a stranger!” Gabi said. Christian just smiled and
waved, then watched him walk out the door. Logan knew they’d
see each other again.
It wasn’t until he started off down the street that he gave a
second thought to the gorgeous woman’s name.
“Gabi,” he whispered. “Gabi, who happens to be the co-
owner of an art gallery in Chelsea…” He stopped and stared at
Escape for a second, then turned back and headed for his SUV.
“No fucking way… right…?”
He grinned and started his SUV. He had never believed in
coincidences.
ChAPteR fiVe
May 20, 2009
Houston, Texas
Hey there.
It was a little after eleven on a rather busy Wednesday night
at The Five Alarm when he got the first text message. There was
not a table to spare in the dining area and the bar was packed to
the gills, overflowing with customers watching the baseball game
on the multiple plasma TVs scattered all over the establishment.
To say it took him by surprise would be the understatement
of the year. For starters, things had gotten pretty awkward at the
end in that hotel room. Then there was the fact that the Yankee
didn’t strike him as the type to follow up with his hook ups,
especially when they were from out of town and the sex didn’t
quite happen.
Yes?
Mac sent the short reply and put his cell phone back in his jeans
pocket. He wasn’t exactly happy with the way Sexy Super Agent
handled things, and Sam was lucky Mac was replying at all. After
taking a quick look at the drink order for table seven he rushed
to get it ready and gave it to Tina, along with a grateful smile. She
winked at him and was gone a second later, her magenta ponytail
bouncing down her back, expertly navigating her way through
the crowd. It was supposed to be her night off, but she’d gladly
showed up when she heard Mac was short staffed.
His phone vibrated again.
Remember me?
Christ, did he ever. Mac had remembered the blue eyed
Yankee twice a day and again that morning before going to bed
80 Taylor V. Donovan
since his return from New York. Which needed to stop.
What do you want?
He grabbed a couple of Coronas, a Bud Light, and a bottled
water and set it on the next tray. Good to know there was a
designated driver on table twelve. That crowd was on the wild
side. The phone vibrated again.
There’s something I gotta know.
Huh.
What is it?
The reply came before he could put his phone away.
Do you have a wife? A partner? Kids? Because the
last thing I need is to mess around with
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