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If he’d seen the articles.
“Are they being mean to him?” Zara asked.
“Logan? Not yet. But give me an espresso and an hour, and that’ll change.”
Gregor snorted.
Zara blinked at her publicist. Kenna glanced up, realizing what she’d said out loud.
“I meant, Asa,” Zara said, deciding not to address Kenna’s vengeful streak.
Kenna’s lips twisted to the side.
That was a yes.
Dammit.
This was all her fault.
No.No.It was some of her fault and some of it was Logan’s fault. She wasn’t going to take responsibility for him anymore. He was a grown ass man.
Which reminded her.
“We need to change the codes and locks at the house in LA,” Zara said.
“Cas has already made arrangements for that,” Sonja spoke for the first time. She leaned forward and folded her hands on her lap. “Let’s talk about what comes next. I think, in light of the aggressive way Logan’s team is handling what happened last night, we need to consider they will be a problem for the next album’s release.”
Zara opened her mouth to protest but then she realized Sonja was right.
Loganwouldtry to pull some shit just to mess with her life and make sure he had her full attention.
Ugh.
Zara sat up fully. “I’m gonna need some coffee.” She searched for Gregor and found him already headed into the kitchen. “What are your ideas?” she asked Sonja.
Eight hours later she was finally alone.
Cas and Devan had gone through and changed the security codes and locks in her place. Gregor had packed up any and all things that belonged to Logan. Boxes would start shipping one at a time to his mama’s place in Jersey.
Part of her felt bad for dumping Logan’s things on his mom. But she’d raised him; she could deal with him now.
Zara had a shower and ate the orange chicken bowl Gregor had made for her before he’d left.
She washed her one dish and single fork and put them away.
And looked around her beautiful, clean, enormous penthouse.
Wandering down the hall to her bedroom, she shut the lights off on the way. Her Cal-King called to her and she dove face first into the pillows.
She rolled over with a groan and stared up at the dark ceiling. It was painted navy blue and covered in gold and silver fleckspatterned in constellations that sparkled when the light was just right.
They weren’t sparkling at the moment.
Her phone made a noise and she reached for it with an unladylike grumble.
It was just Cas letting her know that the locks had been changed in LA.
Fucking Logan.
