I park behind some fancy sports car in my dad and Marla’s driveway. I have no idea who it belongs to. My assumption is the guy standing with his back to me, talking to Logan. Probably one of Nikki’s podcast guests who knows Logan or something.
Posey and Presley are out in the yard with Bernie, who’s pulling the leash so hard, sniffing from bush to bush, it looks as if he’s going to pull Presley’s arm out of her socket. I grin when I see Posey casually checking out the guy talking to Logan.
I exit my small SUV and I’ll admit he’s got an ass on him, but he’s too thin for my liking. Don’t get me wrong, the guy isn’t a beanpole, he has lean muscle like a runner, but I prefer guys who bulk up in the gym. The kind who can lift me with ease and put me in whatever position they want.
Just don’t
