Logan and two men he worked with walked down the front steps of the house on their way to a small restaurant a block away, where they usually went for lunch. He stopped short when he heard someone call his name.
“Uh oh,” one of his companions said, with a nod towards the red Ferrari that sat across the street from them. “That’s the owner. You know him, Logan?”
“No.” Logan frowned when he saw the man beckon for him to come over.
“Better go see what he wants. Maybe he’s going to make you his designer for the place or something.” His other companion laughed.
“As if,” Logan replied with a snort. After a moment’s hesitation he told them, “Go on, I’ll catch up with you at the restaurant.” The last thing he wanted to do was talk to Mr. Brice Davies in front of them. Especially since he knew what the man was. But he had to find out if Davies knew he, too, was a shifter. So reluctantly he crossed the street to stand beside the car window.
“I’d like to have a word or two with you in private,” Brice said and then introduced himself.
“I know who you are,” Logan told him. “A TV actor and the owner of the house I’m working on.” He tapped his fingers on the roof of the car as he looked down at Brice. “So?”
“So… Look this is awkward I know. There’s a small deli a couple of blocks from here. Would you let me buy you lunch in exchange for a few minutes of your time?”
Logan shrugged. “Sure, why not, as long as you don’t mind walking there. No way am I getting in the car with you.”
Brice winced at the implication but nodded in agreement and got out.
Their pace, as they headed to the deli, was fast and tense, as if they both wanted this over with so they could get back to their normal lives. Logan glanced often at Brice but saw nothing to clue him in on why the man wanted this talk.
“Order whatever you want,” Brice said as they stood at the deli counter.
Logan glanced at the menu posted behind the counter, got a sandwich and a drink then followed Brice to a just vacated table at the back of the room. When they were seated he asked without preamble, “What did you need to talk about?”
“Right to the point,” Brice replied before he took a sip of his coffee. “So I will be as well. I have the strongest feeling that I know you from somewhere and it’s driving me crazy because I can’t figure out where.”