LOGAN (Book One)

FORTY

"Hey, Liam," I said as I walked up behind him. He sat outside the cafe with his laptop. Once I sat, I felt googling eyes from some of the females sitting around us, trying to make eye contact with him, but no luck. "There are lots of girls at Starbucks today."

"Yeah, it's annoying," he grumbled. I frowned, knowing he didn't want full attention from so many girls in one place. I thought he would be the kind of guy like Seth, who loves attention but wasn't in the mood.

I picked a place to discuss matters after I called him yesterday, where it's far from his family's shop and my house. I didn't want Logan to know what we were up to.

"Sorry," I said. He just brushed his hair back and smiled, accepting my apology. "So, What did you tell your brothers?"

"I told them that I'm meeting a girl," he had his drink of Carmel Frappuccino, grande size taking a sip. "I had to beg Rex to give me a day off."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, don't be," he set his drink down. "You ask me a favor, plus your my brother's girl. I'll do anything for you for my future sister-in-law. In return, you help me with something."

Sister-in-law?

Sounds pleasing and got me all-tailed up. My face flushed at the thought of marrying Logan.

Mrs. Aphrodite Reid Wolfe...I like the sound of that.

"Deal," I exclaimed with glee.

"So, over the phone, I couldn't make it out. Who did you want me to look for?"

I settled myself in the chair. "I want you to look up my psychiatrist, Dr. Newton Skinner."

"That's a weird name for a doctor," he started typing on his keyboard. "What do you want to know?"

I knew Liam was good at computers; I mean, hacking and all kinds of things you can do with computers. He may not look like a nerd, but he's a hot nerd who is good with his hands. He generously helped me with what Clark did to me and had footage as solid proof. Logan even told how he hacked into the school system to change one grade but almost got caught by the police. They never had a chance.

"Can you check his family history?" I scoot my chair close to him, staring at the screen as he types. "Tell me if he has any siblings or cousins with a daughter named Nina Simmons."

"Okay," his fingers were typing away fast like a woodpecker pecking on tree bark. "Okay, here we go."

"You got something," I lean closer to see his laptop screen with unfamiliar documents and other things I don't know about.

"Yeah, it looks like Skinner was adopted when he was eight."

"What happened to his real parents?" I asked curiously.

"Said here that his dad, Russell Skinner, was one of those truck drivers, so he travels a lot." Liam clicked the mouse button. "He was alcoholic and died on the road, drunk."

"And his mother?"

"Mother, Miriam Skinner, died of a drug overdose." Liam gave a long sigh. "Damn, his life is miserable."

"How miserable?" I asked.

"After his parents died, he went into foster care, where his foster parents abused him. Then he was adopted by his great-aunt Shirley Skinner who left everything to him. He became top of his class and graduated with two degrees and took on a career as a psychiatrist to help a young child's mental and emotional state."

I bit my lower lips.

"He tried helping me when I was a kid, but none of his adversaries didn't help me at all."