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No way.

His phone.

CHAPTER 3

February

Seriously? No freaking password? Who the hell does that? Between the good-deed journal and now an unlocked cell phone, Lumberjack might as well have written all his secrets in a diary and handed it over.

Though Ishouldn’tread it.

That would be another invasion of his privacy. Perhaps I could just check out the apps he had? Those weren’t too personal. Right?

I still felt a little guilty as I swiped from the home screen to the second page and perused the icons.

CNN News

Sports Line

Fitness Pro

Marathon Man

Home Depot

Tinder—Hmm… Interesting. Lumberjack has a hook-up dating app.

I stared down at the flame icon, feeling incredibly tempted to click in and see what type of women heswiped right on. But that woulddefinitelybe crossing a line. Yet my finger was still hovering over the app when Morgan popped her head into my room. Her eyes lit up when she saw the cell phone in my hands.

“You have a second phone, too?”

I shook my head. “Actually, this one is Brock’s.”

“Hot mountain man gave you his phone?”

“Not intentionally. I snuck out to return his flannel and little book. He wasn’t at the bar, but then on my walk back, I ran into him while he was walking his dog.”

“You justhappenedto run into him again?”

“I know. But he lives and works nearby, and his dog has to go out.” I shrugged. “Anyway, we talked for a few minutes, and after, he made me take the flannel he had on for my walk back. I’d left the other one with the bartender. The phone was in the pocket.”

“Jeez.” She sat down on the bed next to me and plucked the cell from my hand. It was still illuminated. “How did you get in? Didn’t he have a password?”

“Nope. No password.”

“That’s absurd. Who doesn’t have a password?”

I shrugged again. “Someone with nothing to hide?”

She started to scroll. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Uh...” I reached over and swiped the phone from her hands. “You certainly will not. IfI’mnot going to invade the man’s privacy,youaren’t either.”

“You’re seriously not going to check out what’s on his phone? A cell is a gold mine of information. If I’d had free access like this to any of the men I dated before we started dating, it would’ve saved me a lot of heartache.”

“I’m not planning on dating Brock.”

She grinned. “So just fucking him, then?”

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