Page 72 of A Dash of You

He hands me his cell and I scroll to find Lana’s name in his contacts. I’m not trying to be nosy, but she isn’t hard to miss.

Charlotte.

Just seeing her name rears the little green monster’s ugly head inside me. Their relationship sounded serious, so maybe he’s still in love with her. Or maybe it’s nothing. Also, I have no business reading into it because I basically told this man I want nothing more than a friendship.

Logan busies himself in the kitchen as I wait for a response from Lana.

Lana:Oops. I can’t believe I did that.

I shake my head, mentally cursing her.

Logan:Just forget whatever you’re trying to do. Nothing is happening between me and Logan.

After making sure the text got delivered, I delete it. I glance up from the screen, and Logan must have taken off his shirt because his naked inked back is on full display.

Jesus. He is so getting shirts for Christmas. Lots of them. If I make it that long.

Lana:I have no idea what you’re talking about. But I’m going to be late at the studio. Maybe you can hang out at Logan’s until I get home. Love you. Bye.

Ugh.I hated, but loved, my best friend.

“What did she say?” He sets the spoon down after using it to mix something and hands me a black matte mug. “It’s hot chocolate.”

This man makes hot chocolate.

Kill me now.

“That sounds perfect.” I take it letting the warmth seep into my hands. God, did it smell delicious. “Lana said she’s going to be at the studio late tonight. So… if it’s not too much trouble—”

“Sora. You can stay here as long as you want.”

“Okay, but after what happened in the lake, I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”

His jaw moves before taking a sip of hot chocolate. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “Consider it forgotten. We’re friends and I’d rather have that with you than nothing at all.”

My legs turn to Jello, gripping the chair with my free hand for stability. My smile is sad, and I’m not sure I can mask it. “What crazy and wild plans did you have tonight that I’m probably ruining?”

“You’re looking at them.”

“Hot chocolate was the plan?”

“That’s a bonus.” Holding the cup in one hand, he raises his free arm and runs his hand through his hair, his bicep flexing. “I’m always on call, so I have to stay available most of the time.”

“What about the road trip?”

“An exception.”

My cheeks warm, the feeling crawling to my ears. I’ve never blushed so much in my life as I have around him. “You’re a good man, Logan, whatever your last name is.”

It truly doesn’t matter if I know his last name, it’s just another layer of the Logan onion I need to peel.

“Beckham. My last name is Beckham.”

That’s a great last name.

“I like it. Okay, Logan Beckham. What do you want to do?”

He leans his weight down on his shoulders as his hands rest on the table, and it makes his muscles pop even more. “I have Monopoly.”

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