I order pizza for us. We eat it out on her balcony and this is something I could do every day for the rest of my life, as long as she is at my side. She sits between my legs as we eat, both enjoying the view, and the peaceful vibe around us while up here on the tenth floor.
Now, to take her to the club and make my claim.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
STEVIE
My hands are sweaty, and my heart is thumping in my chest as I wait in my car for Logan. We just arrived at the clubhouse for a BBQ to celebrate Target’s twins’ birthday.
You can hear the laughter and music from the front of the building. Glory is in her seat next to me, securely strapped in. Her tongue wagging out of her mouth, as she hangs out of the window. She loves travelling in the car.
I had Logan ask Target and Madalyn to see if their dogs would be okay with Glory joining us today and they made it clear that Ares, Zeus, Apollo, and Charm will be just fine with her.
“You are going to make new friends today, baby.” I run my fingers through her fur, and she looks at me over her shoulder.
Her mouth is wide, flashing me a smile.
“But you have to be a good girl. No eating food off the floor and no peeing on the kids,” I inform her.
She did that once when we stumbled across party in the park, and safe to say, the parents of the child were not happy.
Yapping at me, I shake my head.
“I know it was only one time, but you cannot do it here. I need Logan’s brothers to like me.” More whining and yapping.
“Please, be good. I will get you a treat if you are.” Her mouth snaps shut, then she looks at Logan, who is walking toward us.
My heart does a stupid little pitter-patter at the sight of him. Dressed in a white T-shirt, that is under his cut, and light blue jeans, he looks like he stepped out of a magazine.
“My girls good?” he asks, scratching the top of Glory’s head.
“Yeah. Can you grab her, please?” I ask and he nods with a bright smile that makes panties explode.
Slipping from the car, I collect my purse, slinging the strap over my body. I decided to dress in high-waisted denim shorts, with a white camisole, and a floral-patterned kimono over the top.
I clipped half of my hair up, curling what I left down and I went light on my makeup.
Meeting Logan at the front of my car, he slips his arm around my waist, pulling me to him so he can kiss me, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
“Wow.” I lick my lips, tasting him there.
“Fucking love kissing you, but love even more seeing how you respond to me.” His voice is deep, husky, making my thighs clench at the sound.
He smirks, knowing what he is doing to me.
“Come on. The guys are waiting.” He grips Glory’s lead in one hand, the other securely around my waist.
We step into the building and my body sighs as the air conditioning wafts over my heated skin. Glory shakes her body, obviously liking the cool air also. She would be happy if we moved to Alaska.
I take in the room, the large bar running along the one side. The tables and chairs, the pool table. Typical guys’ place, but I also see the little feminine touches: pillows on the sofa, a stuffedtoy on one of the tables, and in the corner a large section where clearly the dogs sleep.
Glory must smell them, as she pulls at the corner.
“You want to go and investigate?” Logan asks her.
She yaps a yes, and it genuinely sounds like a yes. He unclips her, and she is off— sniffing the floor, licking it now and then.
“She seems happy,” he says beside me.