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“Thank you, too. It was really nice to meet you.”

They both hesitated. Delaney didn’t make a move to go upstairs, and Logan didn’t turn to head towards his penthouse. Logan wanted to ask if she wanted to spend a little more time with him, but he didn’t want to push.

The moment stretched.

CHAPTER 3

DELANEY

Delaney bit her lip.

She and Logan stood on the sidewalk outside her apartment. The evening air was brisk and she was a little cold, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to go inside just yet.

For the past decade, since Delaney had gotten her first waitressing job at the age of fifteen, she’d been focused on work. Nothing was more important than her dream of opening her own gallery, and she stood by that. Yet it was also lonely, working so hard towards a dream that was still years down the road. And all that work didn’t leave time for much romance.

Mostly, Delaney was okay with that. She knew she’d have time for love later, if she wanted it. Yet tonight, as she stood with an attractive man on a beautiful evening, she felt herself waver. Yes, she and Logan were very different people with very different beliefs. For one, Delaney didn’t approve of him collecting art just to fit in with a wealthier demographic. Yet there was a spark between them, too. A spark that made Delaney bold.

Maybe, just for tonight, she could throw caution to the wind.

So, she took a small step closer to Logan.

“Perhaps we should end the night on a high note,” she suggested.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know.” She took another small step closer, until she could feel the heat radiating off him. Another inch and they would be touching.

“Maybe a kiss would be a fitting end to the evening,” he suggested. His tone was lower than usual.

“That could be arranged.”

Logan reached for Delaney and rested his hands on her waist. Then, slowly, he leaned forward. Delaney’s anticipation stretched as he closed the distance between them. His gray eyes were intense, as though she was the only person in the world that mattered.

Finally, his lips brushed hers, and sensation flooded Delaney. He tasted a little like the chocolate lava cake they’d shared, and his lips were warm and firm. The nearness of this man made Delaney’s head spin and her knees weak.

Logan deepened the kiss, and it was all Delaney could do not to moan with how good it felt. In that moment, it felt like there was nothing and no one in the world but the two of them, kissing under a streetlight on this September evening.

Then Delaney realized that they were full on making out in full view of anyone who happened to walk by. With some regret, she pulled away. Logan looked down at her, his eyebrows drawing together in concern.

“Is everything all right? Was that okay?”

Delaney nodded. “Would you like to come upstairs?” she asked. Her voice came out a little higher than she’d intended. “I can make you a nightcap.”

Logan didn’t hesitate. “I’d love to.”

Delaney led the way up the small set of stairs to the front door of her building. As they walked down the hallway to the elevator, she worried about how her building must look to someone as rich as Logan. Then her mind flew ahead to her apartment. She wasn’t sure exactly how clean it was. Delaney was very tidy, most of the time, but towards the end of a long week the apartment tended to end up strewn with sweaters and cast-off shoes.

They stepped into the elevator and the doors whooshed shut. As soon as they did, they were kissing again. Logan pulled Delaney flush against his firm chest and she felt desire pool inside her. It only increased when he gently pushed her back against the wall of the elevator, his kisses growing more passionate.

The elevator doors dinged open, and they pulled apart. Delaney was sure that her cheeks were flushed. Logan looked relatively composed, but she could see that his lips were slightly red from their kisses.

“I’m right down here,” she said with a nod to one of the doors.

“Lead the way.”

A moment later, they were in Delaney’s apartment. Sure enough, it was strewn with clothes, which slightly undercut the romance of the moment.

“Sorry.” She nodded to the clothes. “Give me two minutes to straighten up.”

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