Page 12 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

It’s gorgeous. Melodic. And the way the man is playing it on the piano is almost lulling me to sleep. I don’t remember the last time I’ve not thought about eighty-thousand things at once and just sat back and enjoyed the moment.

Yet here I am. In a hotel bar. Dancing with a stranger. Finding the calm.

“That’s it,” Logan whispers, pulling me in even closer. “You’re doing so good, Love.”

His praise of something so simple sends an unexpected zing through me. When is the last time anyone told me I was doing good at anything? Usually it’s clients demanding more from me without saying thank you, or my family asking me to do things that they thank me for on the surface, but also know I’d do even if they didn’t.

“How do you do that?” I ask.

“Do what?”

“Get me to relax.”

I don’t know how, but without looking at him, I can feel him smile.

“I want to say ‘there must just be something about me,’ but I know you hate clichés.”

My smile is instant. “So what would you say, you know, that’s not typical?”

He stops our movement. I pull away slightly, but just enough so I can look up into his warm eyes.

“That in some strange way, we were meant to meet tonight. And if it’s just one night, then we’ve changed each other for the better.”

“How do you mean?”

He removes the hand from my back and lets it slowly stroke down the side of my cheek. The goosebumps are instant as he slowly traces my jawline.

“Well, for me, I’ve recently been set up with women who I grinned and bared it for the cameras. But they weren’t my type. And even before that, it had been years since I could spend my time with an absolutely breathtaking woman and just be myself. And so, from now on, when I’m out on a mind-numbing date, or being set up with a woman my publicist thinks is good for my image, I’m going to remember that there was at least one woman I could spend an evening with who could make me feel alive.”

My body flushes with his words. This man, if my memory serves me correct, has been out with legitimate runway models. And he’s calling me breathtaking? I’ve never had self-confidence issues, but holy shit…

Logan is making me feel…I don’t know what these feelings are. They’re foreign and exciting, and I’m on pins and needles to hear why he thinks he’s changed me.

Because he has, even if our night ends right here. I know this night will live in my memory forever.

“And what do you mean for me?”

He leans down ever so slowly, placing the softest and warmest, kiss on my cheek that I’ve ever felt. But he barely moves away, leaving his lips right next to my ear.

“That whenever you’re starting to get into that beautiful head of yours, or your control freak is coming out a little too much, I want you to remember this night. This moment. How you were able to take a step back and find the calm in the chaos. To dancewith a man who wants nothing more than to kiss you right now and make you forget even more.”

Find the calm in the chaos…I like that.

And I like him.

Fuck do I like him.

As for the kiss? I want that too.

And not just the kiss.

I want more. More from him.

I want tonight…

That’s the only reason I can think of as to why I’m pulling him into me, kissing him like I’ve never kissed anyone before. His body immediately responds, pulling me in tight against him as our lips become acquainted.

First kisses aren’t supposed to be smooth or perfect. But this? I don’t know how it can get much more perfect.

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