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A little while later, we are all laughing as Grayson is telling us stories about when Kylie was born when the doorbell rings.

Lillian gets up and answers it, and I go silent, looking down at my lap.

Lillian and Meredith come back into the kitchen, and Meredith is smiling until she lays eyes on me. Her face falls.

“What are you doing here?”

“That’s so rude, Meredith!” Samuel scolds. “Don’t you remember Logan? You two were pals back in the day.”

“I don't know if I'd say pals,” she grumbles, sitting down next to her father. “Hi, Daddy.”

Samuel smiles at her, patting her hand. “Hi, Mere.”

Lillian makes Meredith a plate, but she’s oddly silent for the next several minutes as the rest of us chat. Finally, I look over at her.

“We need to catch up,” I tell her.

“Not much to catch up on.” She hardly even looks my way.

Even with her father’s prodding, she doesn’t speak up.

“What about you, Logan?” Samuel finally asks. “Do you have a girlfriend? Someone to invite us to dinner with?”

Meredith’s eyes shoot to mine.

I shake my head. “Nothing like that.”

Meredith looks over at me, like she’s annoyed I’m even here. That doesn’t surprise me. But there’s something about the way she’s glaring at me that makes arousal settle in my stomach.

Meredith has always been a spitfire and a bit of a princess, but this is different. It’s like she hates my guts but wants to devour me at the same time, and I have no idea why that turns me on, but it does.

Plus, she’s aged so well, her auburn hair darkening a bit. Tonight, she’s wearing it curly, which was always my favorite. I used to bounce the curls around with my fingers.

I bite my lip, looking over at her, and for the first time since we reconnected, she flushes.

I can’t help but grin.

ChapterSeven

MEREDITH

I can’t believeLogan is infiltrating my life all over again–not just at work, but at Grayson’s. Hell, my father had even been there.

Why is he so buddy-buddy with my father, anyway? He had always thought he came from a bad family, told me all the time that I was lucky I was born a Whitlock instead of a Matthews.

I’m still a little angry about it when I get a call from Dean.

“I’m having a going away party this Friday,” he says brightly, and I wince.

I’m not much for socializing, especially if Logan is going to be there.

“I’m not sure if I’m free.”

Dean groans. “Come on, Meredith. It’s just one night, and you can show up and then leave early if you like.”

“I’ll think about it.”

He says okay, but he seems a bit down about it, and so on Friday after work, I find myself getting ready to go out.

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