Free TWIN PASSIONS: (A Logan Brothers Novel) by L. A. Shorter Page B

staring over at us as they walked past. How I noticed just
about every glance, and she didn't seem to see any, I would never
work out. I suppose over her lifetime she'd grown accustomed to it
all. It was all new to me.
    Of course, some of the stares
might have been directed at me. People now knew that I was Cade
Logan's girlfriend and I was beginning to notice people looking in my
direction more than I ever had. It was disconcerting and something I
really wasn't comfortable with.
    It had been a few days since I'd
last seen Cade now. We'd had some sort of farewell dinner over at
his, to which he seemed to have put a good deal of effort into. The
food was great, but the conversation and mood not so much. To be
fair, that was more to do with me than anything else.
    I had been battling with this
whole thing with Cade for a week now, and hadn't shared it with
anyone. Mrs Banks was adamant that I dig into his past and find some
sort of skeleton that we could put to print. OK, so it could be
printed under another name, moving the spotlight away from me, but
still, how could I possibly do that to him?
    She told me that anything I
could find was bound to come out at some point, and that he'd have to
get used to people prying into his business. If he was to climb to
the top of the tree, he was always going to find himself exposed to
the shitstorm coming his way. So many celebrities and well known
people lived under the spotlight, and that's exactly where Cade was
headed.
    Mrs Banks had a way with words,
a way of trying to convince me to do what she wanted. I'd never
visited her office so much as I had over the last week or two, this
story clearly front and center of her mind. Quite why she was so
interested was beyond me.
    But, whatever her motives, I was
being put into an impossible position, and it was eating away at me.
I'd either have to find some dirt on Cade and his family or I'd lose
out on the promotion that would see my career begin to soar.
    Worse than that, however, was
that Mrs Banks had made it clear that I wasn't only going to miss out
on the promotion, but that I'd lose my job. She never said it in so
many words, but she'd suggested, on more than one occasion, that my
job would be at risk, alongside my prospects of finding work
elsewhere.
    The weight of it all had become
suffocating when I'd had dinner with Cade that night. He'd been quite
sweet, putting that effort in, and had grown uncomfortable when he
told me that we couldn't see each other for a while and that the
interview he'd said he'd do for me was no longer possible.
    I mean, I might have been
perhaps a little angry with him if that interview was still on the
cards, but Mrs Banks had made it clear that a simple story about his
career so far was not what our readers were looking for. No, she
wanted drama, she wanted scandal, and nothing else would be good
enough.
    It was actually a relief when
Cade told me he couldn't give me an exclusive. It would help me stay
completely away from the blame if I did choose to bow to Mrs Banks'
demands. Whether I would was dominating my thoughts, making me lose
sleep as well as my appetite.
    I needed someone to talk to, and
she was sitting in front of me right now.
… .
    “ Jesus Christ, that's a tricky
one honey. You really are caught between a rock and a hard place
right there,” Annie had said when I'd first told her.
    “ Tell me about it. What do you
think I should do?”
    Annie was a good ten years older
than me and had been around the block a few times. She had a good ear
for listening, and a good tongue for advice. I really needed some
right now.
    She thought for a moment,
processing everything I'd told her, before speaking again.
    “ OK, first thing you need to
ask yourself is this – how much do you care about Cade?”
    “ Um, I dunno, quite a lot most
of the time.”
    “ And the rest?”
    “ Well he can be a dick
sometimes, but so can any guy. Most of the time we have a lot of fun
together.”
    “ OK, so what