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But it’s not her.
Last night shouldn’t have happened. I hope you can be happy here again. It can’t be with me.
The words hit me like a cold slap. There’s no name, but I don’t need one.
It’s Logan.
My stomach twists, and heat rises up my neck. My fingers fly over the screen before I can second-guess myself.
Me:One, screw you. Two, who said I want anything with you. Three, lose my number because I certainly deleted yours.
I toss the phone onto the bed harder than necessary, the screen bouncing against the blanket.
Jeans. T-shirt. Purse. Keys. Out the door.
By the time I’m driving to Jena’s, my head is full of him again, even though I’m trying to shove every thought into a locked box. Logan Pearce. Egocentric. Entitled. Jackass.
Any confusion I felt about last night is gone now.
Jena bursts out of her apartment before I even have the car fully stopped, waving like we haven’t seen each other in years, even though it’s only been a day.
“Hey, girl,” she says, sliding into the passenger seat.
I mumble a hello, my mood still sharp from Logan’s text.
“What crawled up your pants? Or should I ask who?” Her eyebrow arches as she shuts the door.
“He wishes,” I mutter. “Asshole drove me home last night, kissed me, and then texted me this morning to say nothing can happen between us. Like I asked him to marry me or something.”
The irritation in my voice is growing, feeding itself.
“Well, screw him. We’ll just have to find you a sexy man tonight and let him eat his heart out.” Her grin is wicked. “Speaking of sexy men, Dom was unbelievable last night.”
I glare at her. “Please, rub in how amazing your sex was while I cuddled a body pillow.”
She grins wider. “Cuddle? Not even close. That man was the epitome of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, and I loved every damn minute of it. Honestly, I’m surprised I’m not walking funny bec—”
“Jena!” I cut her off, my cheeks heating. “I don’t need the details!”
“You sure? It’s a long, juicy story, emphasis on long.” Her laugh is infectious, and I find myself laughing with her. God, I missed having her around.
We pull into the parking lot on Main Street, the center of Bartsville’s tiny shopping scene.
“Let’s head to Chaos,” she says. “I need something to help seduce Dom into coming back for round three.”
“Don’t you mean round two?”
“Nope. Both rounds one and two were last night.” She laughs as she heads for the door.
Chaos is a dangerous place for my bank account. Cute shoes, casual clothes, dresses, lingerie. The kind of store that makes you want to reinvent yourself in a single shopping trip.
“Mac?”
I turn to see Shaina smiling at me. “Hey, girl. You ready for your first shift tonight?”
I shrug. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You’ll do fine. I’ll be there to train you, and Allison is the most laid-back boss ever. Plus, it’ll be fun watching my brother lose his shit regularly. I hope you aren’t thinking about taking his dumb ass back.”
