Through Jenna's Eyes
Logan O'Brien had learned long ago the phone always rang at inopportune times. During a shower, which he'd already taken. During sex, which unfortunately wasn't an issue tonight. And in this case, during an extra–inning ball game, which ranked right up there as another worst–case scenario.
After pausing the game with the remote, he grabbed the phone and answered with an irritable, "Yeah."
"Sorry to bother you, boss, but we have a situation."
Good old Bob, Logan's right–hand man. Whenever a problem arose, the retired cop always sounded as if he worked for a Secret Service detail, not as a driver for well–heeled Houston society. "It's late, Bob. I've got the ball game on and I've only been home for an hour. So, unless you're going to tell me that every limo or sedan I own has simultaneously broken down, you handle it."
"We've got an alleged intoxicated female who needs a ride."
Not the first time one of his employees had faced that situation. "And this is supposed to impress me how?"
"It's Jenna Fordyce."
Great. The daughter of his VIP client, Avery Fordyce. Logan's company took care of all the b ... read full excerpt from: Through Jenna's Eyes ebook
