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He winked at her. “Let’s get some dessert. They have a chocolate Kahlúa cake that’s pretty tasty.” His eyes twinkled. “Think you can handle a little liqueur, lightweight?”

She laughed. “I guess we’ll find out.”

He gave her a wicked grin. “If you sit on my lap and feed me, our waitress will definitely think we’re on a date.”

Meadow snorted. “Not gonna happen.”

He laughed. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Chapter Five

MEADOW

It was after midnight when they emerged from the skybar.

Logan gave his ticket to the valet attendant. As they waited for the truck to be brought around, he stood in front of Meadow, gazing down at her from beneath his inky lashes. He was so darkly beautiful, like an angel in need of redemption.

She found herself staring at the dimple in the center of his full bottom lip. She wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by him.

“Can I have a hug?” he murmured.

Her pulse skittered wildly. “A hug?”

His lips twitched at her panicked tone. “Just a hug.”

“Um.” She hesitated. “Okay.”

The moment those big muscly arms wrapped around her, her entire body felt as if it had been zapped with a thousand volts of electricity. The electricity sizzled through her veins, heated her bloodstream and pulsed deep in her core.

When she shivered, Logan tightened his arms around her, pulling her even closer. She hugged him back, letting herself sink into the hard wall of his massive chest. He made a low sound, a contented rumble, and buried his face in her hair.

Closing her eyes, she breathed in his amazing scent and soaked up his body heat. With his arms around her, holding her like this, she felt a rightness she couldn’t explain. Didn’t want to explain.

She had no idea how long the hug lasted before she reluctantly dragged herself out of his arms and stepped back.

They stared at each other, little sparks of electricity still leaping between them. The hug had felt somehow more intimate than a kiss.

“So when are you leaving?” Logan murmured.

“Sunday. I have a ten o’clock flight.”

“Morning or night?”

“Morning.”

Disappointment flashed in his eyes. “We have an away game on Saturday. So I guess you’ll be gone when I get back on Sunday.”

“I guess so.” Why did she feel bummed about that?

Logan slid his hands into his pants pockets, gathering the edges of his suit jacket behind him. “Did the Gamenetic people tell you when they’d be making a decision?”

“They said sometime next week.”

Logan nodded. “You’ll get the job.”

He sounded so confident she had to smile. “Do you know something I don’t?”

“I know they’d be crazy not to hire you.”

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