When Logan returns, Chancellor Rupert-Richard-Roger-whatever Vale is long gone, and I'm basking in my success, rolling from side to side on my hospital bed. It's larger than a real hospital bed, measuring closer to a double than a single. Just enough to make it so Logan can share space, but not big enough for us to do it comfortably.
"You seem to be in a good mood?" His voice rises a little at the end, his brows pulling together in confusion. Or maybe just worry. It's hard to tell.
"Yep." Grinning, I push myself into a comfortable sitting position. "Vale's going to get me a cell phone."
Logan freezes for a second. He glances toward a corner of the room, where there's probably a camera hidden somewhere. I'm sure it's not the only one. "A cell phone? Really?"
"Really. Oh, and I might need to borrow Marcus. I hope you're rich."
His familiar cocky grin enters the picture. "I knew it. You're just with me for my money. Well, that and my amazing package."
