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I chuckled. “Hungry for something in particular?”

She paused briefly on the next landing, glancing back at me over her shoulder in a way that felt…meaningful. Or maybe I was reading too much into it.

We continued down to the lobby, and I waited in the stairwell while she collected her bag from the concierge. She rolled it into the stairwell and immediately changed into sneakers.

“Ahh,” she sighed in relief, placing her heels in her suitcase. “Much better.”

“Why did you wear those shoes if they’re so uncomfortable?”

“Because they make me feel tall and sexy—at least when they aren’t making my Achilles feel weak.” She laughed. “It’s silly, I know. But I enjoy dressing up, especially since it’s not like I go out much.”

I felt like she was telling me a lot with that statement. Or at least a lot more than she was even saying with her words.

I was tempted to tell her that she didn’t need heels to look sexy. In fact, I had a feeling that she looked sexiest with nothing on. But I held my tongue.

“I know you’re hungry,” I said. “But are you wanting to go out somewhere? Or would you rather pick something up and take it back to my place?”

“Or…we could order something and have it delivered.”

“Even better,” I said, grabbing her bag and carrying it down the stairs.

I told myself not to get too excited, to see where things led. It was dinner. At my place.

Traffic wasn’t as bad as I’d feared, but I didn’t mind because I was spending time with Logan. We debated food options, and she ate a protein bar while ordering our dinner. It felt so…normal. Domestic, even. And I found myself wishing this could be real life and not just a blip in time.

The rest of the drive, we talked about the baby shower and our friends and how happy we were for Frasier and Bryn.

“When do you think he’s going to propose?” I asked.

She laughed. “Don’t tell me the guys have bets on that too.”

“Of course we do,” I said. “It’s a matter of when, not if.”

“You’re right.” She smiled then turned to glance out the window. “Everyone knows they belong together. She’s lucky—to find love like that not once but twice.”

I twisted my hands on the steering wheel, full of questions. “Would you want that?”

She hesitated a moment, then said, “Doesn’t everyone?” Which gave me hope. At least until she added, “And maybe someday it will happen. But for now, I’m too focused on my career to give a relationship the attention it deserves.”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be one or the other. Maybe you could have both, you just haven’t found the right partner,” I said as I pulled into my apartment building and put the car in park. She didn’t respond, but I hadn’t expected her to.

When we reached my apartment, I keyed in the code to unlock the door. I held it open for Logan to pass through, her bag in my other hand. She stepped inside, trailing her fingers along the console table.

She toed off her shoes then continued exploring the space. I marveled at the fact that she was here—in my home.

I went to the kitchen, mostly to give myself something to do with my hands. “Want a drink?”

“Sure. What do you have?”

I listed several options and then filled a glass before setting it on the counter for her. She pushed herself up so she was sitting on the counter, legs crossed. My eyes pinged from her eyes to her lips to the skin revealed by the neckline of her dress to her gorgeous legs.

All afternoon, I’d been dying to touch her, kiss her. Fuck. I dragged a shaky hand through my hair. I was going out of my mind.

As much as I enjoyed pushing boundaries, I wanted to respect Logan’s. And I was dangerously close to crossing a line that I could not uncross.

“Maybe it was a mistake to invite you here,” I blurted, regretting the words the instant they’d left my mouth.

What the fuck are you saying? A mistake? I cringed, hating myself for being such a coward.