Never again would he go two weeks without seeing her. And the last week she’d been nearly impossible to get on the phone. Even today she was busy. He hadn’t seen an obvious opening as she chatted up the press, Judy the ever-present thorn in her side. “Who’s the girl?” Kellen asked, sipping his drink. Logan curled his toes in his shoes and arched an eyebrow. She looked great, but he didn’t like the intensity of Kellen’s stare as she snuck out of the party. “Breeze Cohen. She coordinated and trained the staff at Mendelssohn’s for the roll out.” “She’ll do.” Kellen drained his drink and clinked it against the glass-topped table. “For what?” “Me, tonight.” Kellen smoothed back his long hair, though it was held in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. “I don’t think so.” “Why not? You already tagged her?” “She’s not like that. And besides, she has a boyfriend.” Though she seemed content to ignore him.
