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I clear my throat. “I guess I should get to work. Thank you for breakfast.”

“I’ll drive you.” He puts cash down on the table and takes me to work.

We chat a little, but not much. We’ve said everything we need to say already, I guess.

As grateful as I am to Grayson, I can’t take his advice.

It’s over.

ChapterSeventeen

MEREDITH

I takea deep breath as I walk into the office, expecting to see Logan there right away. His car isn’t in the parking lot, but he often walks to work, so that’s not unusual.

I frown when I walk by, and his office is empty.

Dina stands up, looking at me warily.

“Where is he?” I ask in a quiet whisper.

She shrugs. “Haven’t heard from him. Bryce is freaking out.”

She gestures to the man who’s pacing around the office, on the phone.

I sit down at my desk, which is out front, and the doorbell rings above the door. I’m disappointed when it’s not Logan.

It’s two hours later before he rolls in, and he smells like a distillery. He hasn’t even been home to shower after the bar.

He runs a hand through his long hair, putting it back into a ponytail, and I try not to look at the curve of his jaw, the bit of chest peeking through his rumpled shirt.

When I glance up at him, his eyes are bloodshot as he looks at me coolly.

He says nothing, walking into his office and slamming the door.

Dina shakes her head, leaning into me. “He looks like shit.”

I snort out a laugh. “Why does he even look handsome hungover?”

Bryce frowns and storms into his office. Yelling and then the sound of something crashing floats toward us and then Bryce comes back out, face red.

“Where are you going?” I ask as he stalks toward the door.

“Taking the day off,” he barks, and that’s all he says before leaving.

“Jeez. The boss is going to be a jerk all day.” Dina narrows her eyes. “It’s your fault.”

I groan. “I’m not responsible for his emotions.”

“You are when you lied to him.”

I clamp my hand over her mouth. “You promised you wouldn’t say anything!”

Dina sighs when I remove my hand. “Fine. I won’t say anything. But you should.”

She walks toward the back to make some copies, and I busy myself with work for the next couple of hours.

My phone buzzes—an in-office call. I pick it up.

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