Page 11 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

He doesn’t say anything else as he flags down one of the bartenders. “Mate, will you make sure our seats are safe so I can take this lovely woman for a dance?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Matthews,” he says, pulling out reserved signs and setting them at our places.

“Good man.” Logan holds out his hand for me again. “As for your first point, who cares if no one is dancing? We’ll be trendsetters.”

“Or people will laugh at us.”

“I doubt that. If anything, people will wonder how I got so lucky as to dance with the most beautiful woman here.”

“Your lines aren’t working.”

My snark doesn’t seem to scare him off. If anything, it seems to turn him on.

“As to your last, and most important point—if you were mildly flirting with me, then I should be clear that I was majorly flirting with you. I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and this is probably the only night I’m ever going to spend with you. So, will you do me the honor of a dance?”

I have to blink a few times at his monologue. Who just comes out and says things like that?

And why is my body reacting to it?

Why am I giving him my hand? Why am I walking behind him to the dance floor?

I should be at home tucking in my son and preparing for a busy week. In fact, I have a huge meeting on Tuesday with a mystery client who has promised a large commission. That is, if they don’t cancel on me again. That’s what I should be focusing on right now—not talking with a younger man, getting drunk on dirty martinis, and about to dance when no one else is.

None of this makes sense.

Yet, I can’t seem to stop myself.

The only night I’m ever going to spend with you…

He’s right. This is only one night. I’m never going to see him again.

So you know what? Fuck it. Maybe this is the gin talking, but I’m going to enjoy this night. I’m not going to be Jayce’s mom. Or Mama Maeve to my siblings. Or someone who has to check my phone every five seconds. I’m even going to forget who Logan Matthewsactuallyis. Instead, I’m just going to focus on how his hand feels on my back, his scent surrounding me, and how for the first time in a long time, I’m just a woman enjoying the company of a man.

“There we go,” Logan says as he pulls me in, our clasped hands resting between our chests. “Now just follow me. Find the calm.”

I try and ignore the crowd around us, but it’s easier said than done. I want to relax, but all I keep thinking about are people staring at the cougar and her younger date.

Oh my God! Are people playing Hooker, Home wrecker, or Housewife with us?

“Relax,” he whispers.

“I am.”

“Liar.”

I don’t bother arguing with him. We both know he’s right.

“Do me this favor,” he says as he brings me in a little closer. “Lay your head on my shoulder.”

I don’t want to, but between the liquor, his voice, and his overall demeanor, I can’t fight it.

Plus I think his cologne has magical calming properties.

“There we go.” He doesn’t say anything for more than a few seconds, and somehow, even though I know the bar and hotel are still packed, the noise dies down. Soon all I can hear is the ballad from the piano and the sound of his beating heart.

“That’s it. Now just sway. Block out the chaos and just breathe. Even if just for a few minutes.”

It takes me a second to truly relax, but when I do, it’s a peaceful bliss that feels foreign. The song has changed to a popular ballad I’ve heard a few times but never really listened to just the music behind it.

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