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“Positive,” I say definitively. “We can probably make it in one trip.”

With that decided, she gives me her address in Panama City Beach, and I tap it into my phone.

By the time we arrive at the airport in Florida, I’m utterly charmed by Liberty Hill. She’s funny, sweet, and obviously beautiful.

I only wish my life was different.

CHAPTER 5

Libby

Ihang around a coffee shop until after eleven, which is when Logan goes to bed, and then make my way to the house that will be my home for one more night.

Yes, I still live with my ex-boyfriend, which is just as awkward as it sounds, but I’ve gotten into the routine of not coming home until he’s asleep to avoid having to see him. The upside is that I’ve gotten a shit-ton of writing done while sitting in the coffee shop around the corner.

Pulling my suitcase into the living room, I don’t even bother to unpack. I’m moving tomorrow anyway.

Things haven’t been great between Logan and me since we moved to Florida a year ago; I felt us growing apart and didn’t know what the hell to do about it. But since he broke up with me two weeks ago, I felt like an unwelcome visitor in the place that was supposed to be my home.

A sense of relief trickles down my body like a warm shower at the thought of moving out of here. I unfold the blanket that’s waiting for me at the end of the couch and smile when my thoughts wander to Riggs.

He’s such a sweet guy, and it was really nice of him to offer to help me move. As I lay down on the couch with the flat, lumpy pillow Logan so graciously offered to let me use, I cover my body with the blanket and drift off to sleep with one thought in my head.

Too bad a nice guy like Riggs is already taken.

“Libby.”

I jerk awake at the sound of my name and look up to see Logan standing beside my makeshift bed, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his jeans.

“Yeah?” My voice is scratchy with sleep.

“You’ll be gone by the time I get home?”

I squint at his tall form, topped with sandy blond hair that I used to love running my fingers through. I should probably feel sad at the loss of our relationship, but all I can muster is disdain.

“Yes,” I sigh, sitting up and rubbing my hands over my face. “I’m going to my new place today.”

He just stands there without moving, eyebrows raised as if he’s waiting on something. When I lift one in return, he asks, “Aren’t you going to thank me for letting you stay here?”

With an incredulous gape of my mouth, I stare back for a long moment before gathering all the sarcasm in my chest. “Yes, Logan, thank you for allowing me the privilege of sleeping onmycouch after you broke up with me without warning. Even though I paid my half of the rent, it was astoundingly kind of you to pretend to be a decent human being.”

His jaw tightens, and his eyes dart away for a few seconds, possibly due to guilt, if he’s even capable of that emotion. “Youcan leave the couch if you want, since you can’t move it by yourself.” I can hear the hope in his voice.

Oh, this fucker.The couch, which is the only piece of furniture I actually want from this house, is freaking gorgeous. The burgundy cushions are deep and soft but not squishy, and the surface is like butter on velvet, making it incredibly comfortable. It’s literally the most perfect couch I’ve ever seen.

There’s no way in hell Logan is getting my couch. Even if I didn’t have Riggs’s help, I would carry the damn thing on my back before I’d leave it here with this asshole.

“It’s no problem. Since you refused to help me move, I have someone else coming to help me.”

His brow furrows. “Who?”

“None of your business.”

“A guy?” I stand and begin folding the blanket, ignoring his question, and I can feel his indignation rising. “Are you dating someone?”

“Also under the heading ofnone of your business,” I retort mildly. “Go to work, Logan.”

His annoyance is palpable, but I make a little shooing motion with one hand, and he finally exits through the front door without another word.

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