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Easy.

This was going to be so easy.

Turned out, it didn’t take me all that long to unpack the bags I brought. I could only rearrange my clothes in the closet and the empty dresser so many times and restack my bathroom supplies in the shower and on the counter before it would be obvious I was hiding.

The bedroom was as simple as the rest of the house. A white wood bed frame sat on one wall with matching white nightstands and dresser. All done with a simple shaker style. There was a circular mirror over the dresser, framed in gold, and the curtains were a dusty blue and white floral pattern. The bathroom was equally simple. White cabinets, marble counters, and gold hardware, the home was definitely newer and updated to the current styles, but it was all… white. Bland. Empty. Like Logan had either moved into a pre-furnished home or pointed his fingers at a catalog and said get me one of everything that will match all over the house.

I needed more life in the room. There definitely needed to be more life in Amelia’s room, although Logan had assured me that was coming.

Footsteps pounded up the wooden stairs outside my room and I stopped adjusting the few books I’d brought with me and set on the dresser. For now, they’d have to work for decoration.

A quiet knock on the door followed soon after and I wiped my hands down my sides.

No reason to be nervous. None at all.

I opened the door and Logan was leaning against the wall across the hall. He’d been scrolling on his phone and glanced up when I stood in the doorway.

“Hey,” he said and flashed me the screen on his phone. “I thought we could order dinner? Maybe have a couple of drinks. Get to know each other a little bit? That is, if you’re done unpacking…”

It was really too damn bad I hadn’t brought three more bags I had with me. But this was why I was here now. He didn’t want us to seem like complete strangers to Amelia.

I’d agreed. Now it was time to put my money where my mouth was.

Spend time with my boss and prove I could do it without wanting to dive into his lap and ram my tongue down his throat.

I could do that.

Totally.

“What were you thinking of ordering?”

As long as it wasn’t seafood…

“Sushi?”

I wrinkled my nose. I couldn’t. “You should probably know now that I’m deadly allergic to shellfish.”

“Really?” His brows arched in surprise. “Oh.”

I leaned over to where I’d left my purse on the bedroom dresser and pulled out my extra EpiPen. I always kept one near a kitchen and one on me.

“No joke.” I held it up for him to see.

“All right. No sushi, no shellfish of any kind in the house. Got it. Anything you want to eat?”

It was late. I hadn’t eaten all day and I’d already passed on dinner with Jassen and Molly. I still wasn’t sure my nerves would allow me to eat much, but it’d give us something to do.

I had to get used to being around him at some point.

“Know of any good burger places yet?”

He smiled, a full-out, panty-melting kind of smile that made me curl my hand around the doorframe to stay standing. “I know just the place.”

Chapter 6

Logan

I hated sushi. I figured all women loved it. At least most of the women I knew back in California did. Vanessa could have eaten it every single day of her life and never grown tired of it. Even Amelia gobbled up the California rolls Vanessa gave her. The only reason I offered it was to make Ruby happy.

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