her, instead of his uncle.
“This calls for a celebration!” Gary said loudly. “Drinks tonight.” He rushed to the door. “Leah, tell the staff to meet at Main Street at five, if they can make it. I’m buying,” he bellowed out the doorway.
In the all the years of working at RMR, Gary had bought drinks at Main Street Pub and Grill, a place a few doors down from their office, only six times. Four of which were all thanks to her.
“You’re coming.” He pointed at her, then turned to Logan and did the same.
Logan nodded, and she felt a lump in her throat. How was she going to possibly make it through a night of drinks with him there?
The next few hours seemed to tick by slowly. Logan sat in the small chair in the corner of her office, punching away at his computer and answering calls regarding potential real estate sales he’d hooked up earlier that week.
He was starting to build a list of his own clients and she couldn’t wait for him to move into his own office space, even though she knew it wasn’t going to be any time soon. RMR was housed on the second floor of the building and every possible space was already taken.
They would have to let someone go before he would have his own space. She frowned at the thought of that. Every person in the agency had earned his or her spot and she couldn’t imagine going a day without each and every one of them.
“Something wrong?” Logan asked, leaning back in his chair.
She looked up at him. “No, just thinking.” She twisted her bracelet as she thought about it further.
“It’s about time to head out.” He glanced at his watch. “I just need to file some paperwork.” He walked over and waited as a stack of papers printed out. Then he tapped them straight and put them in a folder.
“Leah can file those for you,” she said, mentally ticking off item number one on her list as she played with her watch. It was a small consolation prize knowing that the paperwork would most likely never be seen again. But after the sixth grade incident when he’d purposely tossed her backpack into the large, deep puddle, sufficiently ruining her science project that had been sealed inside, she was pretty sure he deserved it.
She watched him exit her office and smiled. Five down, five to go. She almost leaned back in her chair and propped up her feet as a reward, but stopped herself just in case he decided to come back or someone walked by her office and caught her.
Logan followed the small crowd of people down the street to Main Street Pub and Grill, his eyes on Amy’s back for most of the trip. She walked with a few of the other ladies from the office, and he watched her smile and laugh as they made their way down the narrow sidewalks. Her hair shone brightly in the dying sunlight, making him wish he knew how soft it would be in his hands.
When they finally made it to the pub, he glanced around and took stock. The glass doors opened up to a place that was small and cozy. They were greeted by music as a band played just inside the doors on a small stage area. Everyone from the office continued toward a seating area in the back that had been blocked off just for their party.
He made it a point to crowd closer to Amy so he would be seated next to her. When she noticed him sitting on her left, she frowned quickly and turned away, causing his smile to grow.
He was really enjoying how unsettled he could make her feel. Actually, he figured he’d take the little ruse as far as he could. After all, he was sure she had guessed that he knew who she was after he’d mentioned Kelly Steven, but so far she hadn’t come out and said anything.
After the second round of drinks and hors d’oeuvres had been delivered, he caught Amy’s eye and nodded toward the back, where a pool table sat in the middle of the room. “Care for a friendly game?”
Her eyes followed his to the far end of the room, then went back to his. “I don’t think so,” she said, taking another sip of