Page 105 of My Destiny

“Yes.” He lifts the bottle in his hand before walking around Logan to hand it to me. “Mr. Cavanagh called to see if you’d gotten home safe,” he whispers. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t lie to him.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” I planned on telling him where I’d been myself. I was just hoping it would be after the fact. Turning, I go to walk further into the room, but Logan steps around me, blocking my path. “I don’t want to fight with you over this,” I say, “but it’s important to me that I get this done. I can’t afford to lose my bond.” His eyes scan my face, but he remains silent. “Are you going to let me pass, or am I going to have to hurt you.”

I see a smile tug at his lips. “You’re incredibly stubborn. You know that, right?”

“Well, that makes two of us,” I say.

“I don’t want you to do this.”

“Well, I’m not relenting, so you can either roll up your sleeves and help, or move out of the way.” He raises his eyebrows in defiance, but I stand strong. He may be used to paying people to do his dirty work, but that’s not how my mother raised me. “I refuse to waste money paying someone to do a job I’m quite capable of doing myself.”

His nostrils flare slightly, and I’m expecting him to lose his cool, but instead he blows out a frustrated breath before removing his jacket. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Stepping forward, I slide my arms around his waist.

“This isn’t the end. I plan on punishing you later,” he says, softly enough so only I can hear. I yelp when he slaps my arse.

Drawing back, my eyes meet his. “I look forward to it.”

“Minx,” he mumbles under his breath as I walk away.

“Are you sure you can’t come with me?” Logan asks, gathering me in his arms. He’s been unexpectedly called to Melbourne on business.

“I wish, but I’ve already had enough time off work. This job is important to me. Besides, our annual concert is coming up and there’s so much to do. I’m already behind.”

“I hate leaving you.”

“You’ll be back tomorrow.”

“I know,” he says, sighing. “But that’s a whole twenty-four hours away.”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or so they say, Mr. Cavanagh.”

“My heart couldn’t get any fonder of you, Miss Ryan.”

“I will miss you though.” He reaches out, tucking my hair behind my ear. I love it when he does that.

“I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight without you beside me,” he confesses.

“I’m sure you’ll manage.”

He releases me when his phone dings in his pocket. Pulling it out, he looks down at the screen. “Chris is downstairs. I need to go; otherwise, I’ll miss my flight.”

Raising my hand, I run it tenderly down the side of his face. “Be safe, and good luck today.”

“I love you,” he says, brushing my lips with his.

“I love you too.”

“I’ll call you when my plane touches down in Melbourne.”

“Please do.”

He gives me another hasty kiss before reaching for the handle of his suitcase. “Chris will be back in time to take you to work.”

“Okay.” I stand in the foyer as he steps into the lift. “Bye.”

“Bye, babe,” he says, turning to face me. He blows me a kiss as the doors close. It’s only a day, but in this moment, it feels like an eternity.