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Leaning in, he cups my chin and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, I sigh contently, and he takes my hand in his.

“We should do this again sometime.”

“I would like that,” I tell him honestly.

“When can I see you again?” he asks as he pulls me a little closer and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“That depends. I work the next few days, but I’m off Wednesday. Maybe we could do lunch?”

“I think I can swing that,” he teases. “Listen, I’ve got drill this weekend, so if I go silent on you, don’t think I’m ghosting you. I’ve got to be on base by 0600 tomorrow. Sometimes I’ve got free time, other times, not so much.”

“I appreciate the heads up. I would have been worried I scared you off,” I laugh.

“Never.” He kisses the top of my forehead. “I hate to end the night, but morning comes early.”

“It does. We should go. I’ve got to work this weekend myself.”

Hand in hand, we stand, and I let Logan walk me to my car.

He spins me around and leans me against the door then kisses me again, this time he takes his time and lingers before deepening the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and melt against him. Our tongues dance together, the lingering hint of peanut butter and chocolate against his lips is like an aphrodisiac, spurring me on.

Another time, another place, I’d beg him to take me to his place or mine.

Logan pulls back and presses his forehead to mine. “Thanks again for tonight.”

Looking up at him, I know he can see the lust written all over my face. “It was perfect. Thank you.”

“Send me a text and let me know you made it home safely?” he asks.

I nod. “I’ll text you.”

He gives me another kiss, then opens my car door. “Drive safe.”

“You too.”

SEVEN

Logan

Back at work Monday, I check the schedule and see who’s off Wednesday.

Maureen.

Fuck.

I know I’ll never hear the end of it, but Rachel’s worth it, so I dial up her number.

“Walsh. What’s up?”

“Hey, Maureen. I need a favor.”

She chuckles into the phone. “You know this is going to cost you.”

“I have no doubt.” I roll my eyes. “Can you work on Wednesday for me? The whole day or the second half of my shift would be great.”

“Ooo. You rarely ask to switch, what’s this about?”

I should have known she’d want details.

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