The TROUBLE with BILLIONAIRES: Book 2 (17 page)

Annie

“You’re Annie, right? Madison’s roommate?”

Oh, my God! He just said my name.

I struggled to keep my excitement on the inside, even though my hands were shaking like leaves. I smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. Madison’s roommate.”

“We met a couple of weeks ago when I stopped by—”

“…to check on her. Yeah, me again.”

Logan smiled at me, and my heart did a little flip.

We were sitting in the director’s chairs that were set in a line behind what looked like a very expensive tripod and camera setup. We were waiting for Rawn to discuss a concept with the photographer for a series of pictures of Logan that were to appear in ads for the 3D telescope Rawn’s company had released almost a month ago now. Madison was with Rawn—exactly where she seemed to spend all her time these days—but there weren’t many other people around, just the photographer’s assistant and some lady who was offering everyone water or soda every five minutes.

So, maybe he was talking to me by default. But at least he was talking to me.

“You were at the launch party, too. I remember that red dress…it really complemented your hair.”

I blushed.
He remembered my dress!
But I managed to keep my heart out of my throat when I said, “Yeah, me a third time.”

“You’re funny. I bet you keep Madison in stitches.”

“When she’s around.”

He glanced over to where Madison and Rawn were still talking to the photographer. “Yeah, they seem pretty attached at the hip.”

“Not that I’m complaining. She deserves a little happiness, what with her sister dying a few years ago and everything.”

“Is that right?”

I nodded. “They have a genetic type of MS, and Allison’s was really bad; it progressed so quickly the doctors couldn’t do much to help her. She died of pneumonia related to the MS.”

Logan nodded, his gaze thoughtful as he looked over at Madison again.

Hell, I just turned her into some sort of romantic figure…

But then he turned back to me, his eyes lingering on my face for a long second.

“I’m only in town for tonight. I was wondering if you thought—”

“We should get started,” the photographer suddenly yelled. “Logan, if you’d take your place.”

“Sorry,” he said, another soft smile slipping over his face. “Got to get to work.”

I forced a smile and hoped it didn’t look as furious as I felt.

Damn, damn, damn!

Was he going to ask me out, or was he just asking for best the place to get a good burrito?

“Okay, Logan, if you’ll lean forward a little and look through the lens of the telescope…yeah, just like that,” the photographer said, as he began to snap pictures.

I watched as Logan moved his body in different directions, seeming to read the photographer’s mind. He was a natural at this. I read somewhere that he modeled before he got his first acting part. It was to pay his way through college, the article said. I found myself wondering what he had studied in school and why he picked acting over whatever direction his life had been moving in before that.

So many questions I would have asked over our first date.

Logan stretched his hands over the barrel of the telescope and leaned forward, a smile on his lips that suddenly grew stiff. And then his eyes rolled back in his head and he, the telescope, and the tripod it was sitting on all fell forward.

“He’s seizing!”

I rushed to his side, wondering if I should shove something in his mouth. Madison rushed over, too, calm as she turned him onto his side and began speaking to him in a comforting tone.

“Call 911,” she said, as she caught my eye. “He needs an ambulance.”

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