Free Resisting Perfection (The Perfection Series Book 2) by Nicki Rae Page B

head back out.  Even though I know she will take care of him, I am starting to wonder if anyone I am associated with is safe. This unease of not knowing what is going to happen next is for the birds. I need to get this shit squared away.
    I make it to the museum in ten minutes. With the mid day sun beating down on me, the crowds of people beginning to form around the canal and the murderous thoughts that are swirling around my head, I am getting impatient. This is a detour I shouldn’t have had to take. I scan the crowd outside before I go in. If she is out here, I don’t see her. I don’t even know what douche she is with, so I can’t look for him. Just that thought has my heart racing. I need to calm down. At this rate, I will kill the fucker once I find them.
    I finally make it to the museum entrance to find a line. I exhale obnoxiously, fighting aggravation when the little old lady in front of me moves so I can go ahead of her.
    “I’m sorry, I’ll wait my turn,” I say, feeling like an ass. I don’t want to think about the reasons this girl affects me this way. After that night of dancing, I knew I wanted to find her again. With my over inflated pride, I decided she could come to me, even if it did kill me. And it did kill me. Her smokin’ little body haunted my dreams every day at work. Then, when we met again at the bar, I knew that night I had to have her. What I didn’t take into consideration was once I had her, my craving would only grow. I was more addicted to her taste than I was the blow and I needed it every day. Why I thought I could survive being away from her while I seek out answers, I have no idea. With each passing day, I feel more strongly about the idea of kidnapping her and keeping her safe somewhere. That may happen today. I can’t have this shit happening everyday or I will never get anything accomplished.
    I finally make it in the museum and I haven’t the slightest idea of where to go next. There looks to be two levels to this place, so it’s anyone’s guess where they could be. I scan the place and find what I’m looking for. On the second floor is a café and I am sure that is where they are. I can’t imagine why they would be meeting in this place.
    I run up the escalator. Some people move out of the way and others I have to move around. But they all look a little aggravated that I can’t ride up like the rest of them. Well, they can stuff it because I don’t have the time to take a leisurely ride.
    Once I make it to the top, I’m met at the café entrance by a waiter. I’m not sure how I am going to make this work as I don’t want her to know I’m here. I only want to know what is going on.
    “Can I help you, sir?” the man standing at the door asks.
    “Yes, my mother is in here and I need to grab a car key from her. Is that ok?”
    Without skipping a beat he asks, “Can I retrieve the keys for you, sir?”
    “I don’t want to bother you. I can run and get them then be on my way.” I cock my brow in question even though I’m going in with or without his approval.
    “Go ahead, but if you decide to stay please let your waiter know.”
    “Will do.” I nod when I walk by him making sure my cocky grin is in place.
    I scan the dining room as I walk through the front half. The place isn’t packed but I don’t see her anywhere. When I turn the corner, I find myself right behind their table. Luckily, her back is to me but my jaw hits the ground when I see the guy she is sitting with-Logan Moore. What the fuck is he doing with her? I’m stunned for a moment before deciding I need to move away from the table. I’m able to back pedal around the corner without being noticed. I find a utility closet before I make it back to the bathrooms. To my surprise, the door is unlocked. I step in trying not to call too much attention to myself.
    I try to rationalize why I’m even here; standing in a damn utility closet no less. Am I really the lunatic guy that can’t let his girl