I look back at the other women in the waiting room. Suddenly, they all have their eyes fixed on me. I swallow and look down at the appointment book. Holy shit, I think I just became their common enemy number one.

I busy myself with paperwork, trying to ignore the collective side-eye I receive. The phone rings, and I’ve never been so grateful for a distraction.

Between hostile looks and nasty comments, the day draws to a close. I know Logan and I are living together for now and that he offered me a ride this morning, but I won’t take for granted that he’ll make the same offer now.

He comes out of his office with the usual scowl on his face and leans against the doorjamb. “Ready to go?”

I nod and hurry to gather my things and put them in my bag. My cell lights up with a new text. Probably a message from Kate or Sarah. I told them I was evicted but assured them not to worry, that I was fine and would update them soon. It’s clear they didn’t believe me.

With an eye roll, I stick my cell back in my purse. I should call one of them and ask if she can put me up for a few days. Sarah lives in a tiny apartment, so I would have to crash on her ratty old couch until I find a new place. Kate lives in a condo like Logan’s. She’s got a guest room, and I know she would be happy to have me. The only problem is that she’s allergic to cat hair. To put it shortly, Logan’s the only choice I have at the moment.

Also, staying with him means I have a ride to work every day, and I get to sleep on a mattress that’s as soft as a cloud. Yeah, I’ll leave things as they are for now. And that’s not even because my new roommate is tall, hot, and has a sculpted physique. Definitely eye candy.

With a deep breath, I follow him out of the clinic. The cold hits me as soon as I set foot outside. I quickly shrug my coat onand run toward the car. I can’t wait to get home and try out the tub in my new bathroom.

The interior of Logan’s car is warm and smells faintly of leather and his cologne. I sink into the passenger seat, fighting the urge to close my eyes and inhale deeply.

“Emily?”

“Huh?” I must be lost in my thoughts because I haven’t even realized that Logan’s gotten into the car and is drawing away from the curb. I turn toward him, flushing slightly. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

“What were you thinking about?”

His question catches me off guard. It’s not that I’ve been daydreaming about him in the nude, at least not this time, but the fact that Logan just asked me something vaguely personal kind of throws me for a loop.

“Um, nothing special. I think I’ll take a long, hot bath as soon as we get home. Your bathtub is too inviting to resist.”

He shifts in his seat. His jaw tightens, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, though he continues to look straight ahead at the road. “I see,” he says before giving me the silent treatment again.

And I’m the weird one?

We drive in silence through the early evening traffic. The city is transforming into its nighttime persona, with its streetlights flickering to life, restaurants beginning to fill with the dinner crowd, and neon signs glowing against the darkening sky. I steal glances at Logan’s profile, admiring the firm line of his jaw, the straight slope of his nose, and the way his hair falls over his forehead. God, he’s beautiful.

I wonder what he’s thinking about. Does he regret offering me a place to stay? Is he plotting the fastest way to get rid of me? Or is he thinking about Mrs. Hilton and her perfect manicure? The thought makes my stomach clench.

When we get to the apartment, I run straight to my room, desperate to avoid another assault by Bob. Demon doesn’t seem to have done any damage this time, either that or Mrs. Potter has already cleaned up her mess. I hope the stupid cat has learned her lesson and decided to behave like a normal pet instead of like some sort of beast possessed by Satan.

The apartment is quiet, with only the faint sounds of traffic from far below. Logan’s place is high enough that the city noise is muted, unlike my old apartment, where every car horn, siren, and drunken argument was broadcast directly into my bedroom.

I open the door to the bathroom, already anticipating my nice hot bath when a black furball darts between my legs. I look for something to grab onto, but my fingers clutch only air, and I fall, unable to repress a cry of pain when my butt hits the parquet floor.

“Emily, is everything okay?”

“No!” I yell. Why does Logan always have to see me this way? Can’t I just once look as sexy as the women who come to his clinic? I’d even been thinking of wearing stiletto heels myself, but that’s a joke since I can manage to fall even when wearing flats.

The bathroom doorway darkens as Logan appears, concern etched on his features. He’s already changed out of his work clothes into a soft-looking T-shirt and sweatpants that hang low on his hips. The casual attire makes him even more attractive, less untouchable, and more human.

“What happened?” Logan’s hand appears before my face.

Pushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear, I grab his hand, and he pulls me to my feet.

“Thanks,” I mumble, still breathing hard.

“What were you doing on the floor?” The corners of Logan’s lips tremble as he tries not to laugh.

“It was the cat, okay?” I snap, throwing my arms in the air. “She hates me!”

At this, my dark knight loses control and laughs right when I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He laughs and laughs. “Oh, you’re so cute.”