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Sebastian’s ugly, stupid, ratty old hat that he loved more than anything in the world.

How the heck did Logan get this?

“Where did you—? How did you—?” She stared dumbstruck at the hat on her lap. She was truly at a loss for words.

When she peered up from her seat on the sofa, she found Logan staring at her with an odd expression. Was it her imagination, or did his normally hard eyes seem a tad softer? Before she could say or do anything, he stalked away toward the cabin.

Was this where he was today?

He drove five hours to the city and five hours back to get Sebastian’s ugly-ass hat for her?

How did he know where he lived?

How did he get the freaking hat?

“Did he see you?” she called after Logan, who was halfway to the B&B’s front door. “Did you talk to him?” Her heart picked up speed and sweat gathered on her palms.

“No,” Logan replied. “He has no idea.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was Sebastian’s ire directed at Logan.

“I keyed his car, too.” Logan’s normally abrasive tone held a hint of amusement. The door slammed shut behind him.

Beside her, a deep chuckle poured from Roman’s throat. He flopped down on the loveseat beside her, a mile-wide grin plastered on his face.

“I think he likes you,” he teased.

“I think…” She shook her head. “I don’t know what to think.”

Logan had been so hot and cold to her since the minute she arrived. One moment he was stripping in front of her in thebathroom, the next he was icing her out and pretending she didn’t exist. So exhausting.

But—if she was honest—also kind of exhilarating.

“What are you going to do with the hat?” Roman asked, slipping his hand onto her knee. His thumb brushed back and forth. “Hold it for ransom?” Another cheeky smile graced his lips.

“No way. Sebastian is never getting this back.”

She walked to the fire pit and held the hat above the roaring flames. A wicked grin filled her face.

“I’m going to burn it.” Her gaze shifted to the cabin. “Then I’m going to get answers.”

Chapter Eight

AVA

She closed her eyes and took an expansive breath before entering the cabin. Logan was in the kitchen, doing dishes from earlier in the day. It struck her as odd, seeing him do something so domestic. He was always busy working on the bed and breakfast or taking one of the work trucks out to get supplies. Seeing him elbows deep in soapy dishwater was an entirely new experience. It didn’t suit him, but it softened a few of his rough edges.

Her hands trembled when she walked toward him. Forearms covered in bubbles, Logan was still formidable. Where to start?

“Logan…thank you for getting the hat for me. Can we talk about it?” It took a great deal of concentration not to let her voice crack. In addition to being nervous, she was overcome with gratitude at what he’d done for her.

Without looking at her, he continued washing dishes and setting them on the drying rack. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

She rubbed her forehead. A coy approach wouldn’t work with him. She had to be direct. “I think there is. You stormed out ofhere this morning, and were gone the whole day. No one knew where you went. You didn’t answer your phone. Then you come strutting back tonight with Sebastian’s hat in your bag.”

“And?”

“And that’s bizarre! How did you even find out where he lives? I never told you his last name.”

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