Free Sand and Clay by Sarah Robinson Page A

near another woman, he was never that
personality.
    He had always been a one woman man
and infidelity was out of the question, rather he was a respectful and honest
person. But he wasn’t yesterday. He sat back in the limo seat on the way to the
event and sighed, feeling the guilt come over him. He closed his eyes but could
only see Caroline. This was going to be a long week.

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    The show was small but it went well
and Logan was headed back to his penthouse, slumped in the back of his town car
taking a nap. Shows were physically demanding and Logan hadn’t been sleeping
very well, so it wasn’t hard for him to drift off with the vibrations of the
car. It didn’t take too long to get back to his building though and Logan was
awoken by his driver opening the back door for him.
    Logan thanked his driver, Jackson,
and shook his hand as he got out. Jackson had worked for him for many years and
the two were close friends, even though Jackson was his employee. In fact,
Jackson was probably the only person in his daily life who knew the most about
him and Logan trusted him to keep it to himself.
    Jackson didn’t ever spread gossip
or rumors but rather listened and acted as a confidant for Logan. The two
sometimes had long conversations while Jackson drove about life or whatever was
on their minds. Logan would often give Jackson large Christmas bonuses so that
he could buy nice gifts for his six children and wife. In return, Jackson was
always there to listen and offer advice when Logan was in need.
    The two had spent a few rides
already talking about Caroline in the last week and Jackson shared in Logan’s
pain with him. Jackson had never taken a liking to Gina, so he had no problem
encouraging Logan to find love elsewhere.
    Logan entered his building and
stepped onto the glass elevator, leaning back and taking a deep breath as he
rode the elevator up to the penthouse. He was tired and he couldn’t wait to
collapse into bed. His mind was almost entirely blank because he just didn’t
have the energy to even think. As the elevator arrived at the penthouse, Logan
punched in the code to have the door open and walked into the apartment. A few
steps in and he came to an abrupt stop, staring around him.
    The apartment looked like someone
had lost their keys and uprooted everything in the place to find them. Pillows
were tossed off the couch, papers were in disarray on the desk and counters,
the pantry was open and messy, and every door was wide open.  Logan was shocked
and slowly walked through the apartment towards the bedroom, only to see that
it was in disarray as well.
    All the blankets and sheets were
tossed off the bed, boxes from the closet were pulled out and opened, clothes
were strewn everywhere, and his art supplies were tossed everywhere. Suddenly,
Logan stopped in his tracks again as her looked at his easel by the window
where he had been painting earlier. He had gotten through most of the painting,
except for Caroline’s figure but now there was a gash in the side. 
    “What the hell?!” Logan shouted and
rushed over to the easel, picking up the canvas and looking at the front and
back, attempting to see if there was any way to remedy the cut.
    “Look who is finally home.” Gina’s
cold voice echoed behind him. Logan twirled around to look at her.
    “Gina, what the hell happened here?
The place is a wreck! Were we robbed or something? What happened to my
painting?” He said holding it up. His voice was loud and angry.
    “Where were you?” She said, not
answering his questions.
    “What do you mean, where was I? At
the job, that YOU scheduled. What is going on, Gina?” He said, the volume of
his voice raising.
    “It’s 2am, Logan. That was a small
party. They said it would probably end by 11pm. So, I am going to ask you ONE.
MORE. TIME. Where were you?” Gina said slowly in a low and angry tone.
    “Well, it didn’t end at 11pm. Those
suits can party and they did. It was a great show