He was still entranced by watching McKenna when his phone rang, startling him and causing the two women to look his way. Glancing down at it, he saw that it was Logan, and as he quickly hit the talk button, he snuck out into the hall.
“What’s up?”
“Where the hell are you?”
Damn. Why was it that Logan seemed to be the McCoy twin losing his cool these days? For all the time Tag had known him, he was never rattled, but something about this entire situation was definitely making the man nervous.
“Sensations offices. Why?”
“I need you to meet me. At XTX.”
XTX? Tag had just been by there that morning for a meeting with Xavier Thomas. To his surprise, the meeting had gone exceptionally well, but that was probably because there wasn’t a lot of drama there.
Unlike Club Destiny.
“When?” Tag conceded, pacing back and forth down the hall.
“Now would be perfect.”
Of course it would.
“Give me a few minutes,” Tag told Logan before hanging up.
As he turned to enter McKenna’s office again, he passed Whisper who smiled up at him. Tag smiled back although he got the feeling she was up to something.
“I need to head over to XTX. Logan’s ass is on fire, and he wants me to come by.”
McKenna laughed, and the pleasant, sultry sound made Tag wish he could lock the door and strip her naked. It was like his dick had radar set to acknowledge her every sound.
“I can have Whisper take me to the club when I’m finished here,” she said, barely sparing him a glance.
“No. I’ll come back by. It shouldn’t take too long.” Tag had no idea how long it would actually take, but he couldn’t imagine Logan McCoy going off on a tangent for too long.
But shit, what did he know.
Half an hour later, Tag was walking into the luxurious front entrance of XTX, a place he frequented at least once a day. Being that he was now their lead attorney, thanks to some apparently stellar references, he found that he thoroughly enjoyed representing the company.
Maybe that was because there weren’t too many issues at the moment. Not to mention, he had a team of four additional lawyers who managed everything from trademarks to the infrequent lawsuit against the company for whatever reason. Most of his time was spent ensuring the cases were being handled appropriately, and they were pushing back when necessary.
And then there were days like today when he felt as though everything was mission critical for one person or another and today was obviously Logan’s day.
Taking the stairs, Tag kept his pace casual. He wasn’t in a rush because from the sound of Logan on the phone, the man wasn’t in any mood to just shoot the shit. He was in rare form today, and likely Tag was going to get the brunt of it.
He was beginning to wonder if he truly was that disconnected to what was going on. He couldn’t imagine that he was, because seriously, even though he and McKenna were spending twenty four hours a day together, they were still living life as normal as they could. Which was funny because to Tag, it felt a little too normal. Something he definitely wasn’t familiar with and found himself starting to question repeatedly.
Granted, they weren’t at his house, they were at the club, but still... waking up to McKenna each morning was strangely nice. Especially considering he wasn’t usually the type to spend the night with a woman, and he definitely wasn’t the type to play house with one. Even to this degree.
When he approached Logan’s door, he greeted Deanna, Logan’s assistant and the woman responsible for keeping the man on track. At least at work. Sam was ultimately responsible for keeping him on his toes though.
“Afternoon,” Tag greeted as he glanced down at his watch realizing it was already after twelve.
“Sit,” Logan barked and Tag couldn’t help but to cock his eyebrow. He was all for dropping everything he had going on to take the time to meet with Logan, but he damn sure wasn’t up to being commanded.
“Shit. Sorry,” Logan said, actually appearing somewhat apologetic.
Tag closed the door behind him and then took the chair opposite Logan’s huge desk.
“What’s up?”
“This is what’s up.” Logan thrust a newspaper at him from across the desk and Tag reached forward, retrieving it and skimming the headline.
Shit.
“Why the fuck did you let that little bastard into the club?” Tag asked directly.
Staring back at him in black and white was the image of Stephen Crawford and Susan Toulmin. Apparently – according to the first paragraph in the news article – Stephen and Susan were teaming up to share some very intimate details of what they knew about the club.