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Eventually, I reach him.
Mr. Personality himself.
“Can I get you anything else?” My hand rests lightly on my hip, my expression polite but impersonal.
His eyes lock on mine, and for a split second I want to flinch at the intensity there. I want to remember what that look felt like when it wasn’t laced with anger. But I bury the thought.
“The fuck are you trying to prove, Kenzie?” His voice is low, rough, like he is forcing himself not to raise it.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about. And I told you my name is not Kenzie anymore.” My tone is even, but my pulse is thundering in my ears. I turn to walk away, but his hand closes around my arm.
The contact is like a spark hot, unwelcome, and impossible to ignore.
“No touching the workers. Or have you forgotten your own rule?” I say, my voice carrying just enough to get attention.
He doesn’t let go.
My eyes find Hank. “Hey, this customer needs a reminder not to touch the girls,” I call, nodding toward Logan while my forearm is still caught in his grasp.
Hank’s eyes widen, panic flashing across his face. “I… uh… Mr. Pearce—” He stammers like a man who has just realized he stepped in something he can’t get out of.
It is almost funny. Almost.
Shaina reappears, her brows drawn together as she approaches. “We good?”
“Not really,” I say, still looking at Logan. “This customer won’t let me go, and Hank is refusing to step in.”
Logan’s eyes cut to her. “Stay the fuck out of this, Shay.”
For a moment, she walks away and my stomach sinks. I thought she would have my back. I am on the edge of telling Logan exactly where he can shove his attitude when I hear footsteps behind him.
Shaina does the last thing I expect.
She grabs her brother by the ear, literally, and starts dragging him toward the back office like he is nothing more than a stubborn kid who refused to eat his vegetables. His shoulders tense as he tries to shake her off, but she must have a hell of a grip because he is definitely moving in the direction she wants.
The sight makes my lips curve. I look at Hank, who is still rooted to the spot. “Thanks for your help,” I say, letting the sarcasm drip before I wink and walk away.
I have seen a lot in my time working here. But watching Shaina drag Logan Pearce to the back like that? That is something I will not be forgetting anytime soon.
Chapter Fourteen
Logan
Maybe you shouldn't come back
Maybe you shouldn't come back to me
Tired of being so sad, tired of getting so mad, baby
Stop right now, you'll only let me down.
‘Shouldn’t Come Back’ - Demi Lovato
One week.
That is how long it has been since I had her in my bed.
Since her nails dug into my shoulders and her voice broke on my name like she was coming apart for me.
