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“Well,” he says, leaning back on the rail. “You’ve been on this straight-and-narrow path for most of your life.” He gives me a knowing look. “Straightbeing the operative word there.”

Clenching my jaw, I don’t give him the satisfaction of a response.

But Logan doesn’t need it. “You’ve also got some not-so-straight feelings that you don’t know what to do with. But you learned from your family that’sbadandwrongandsinful, so you shoved all that shit down until you choked on it.”

I can’t look at Logan right now. I knock back the last of my beer, feeling shaky and unsettled. “I don’t think I’m gay. I want Sara so badly I’m insane with it. She’s—” I can’t even find the right words. “I’ve never known anyone like her. She’s beautiful and kind but also sexy as hell. I can’t stay away from her.”

“I know,” he says softly. “I saw you together, remember? You can’t fake that kind of chemistry.”

“So what the fuck am I?” And why am I asking a guy I just met?

“Bi? Hetromantically bisexual? Hetro-flexible? Your label is yours to choose or not choose, Trent. Nobody else gets to put that on you.” Logan’s so comfortable talking about this. I’m so fucking jealous it hurts.

“I don’t have a fucking clue what I am.” I set down my bottleon the table behind me, turning to face him at last. “That’s the God’s honest truth. I’ve never really considered it because I wouldn’t let myself go there. I couldn’t eventhinkabout it. I loved Sara. Istilllove Sara, so much it hurts.”

“So what’s the problem?”

He honestly doesn’t get it, does he? I’m not even sure I can explain it.

“When you grow up like we do, there’s a formula you follow. Fall in love with someone of the opposite sex. That’s a given, they don’t even say it.” I hate how my hands start to tremble. “You get married, have babies, and grow old together. It’s all Sara’s talked about since we were kids.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Logan drains his beer and sets the empty bottle beside mine. “She’s an educated woman. She has hobbies and interests. Friends who are sexually adventurous.” A smile tugs one edge of his mouth. “She’s got a wild streak herself, as you may have noticed.”

“I noticed.” Maybe not until now. Maybe Sara herself didn’t know. “But that still doesn’t change the fact that Sara’s life goals are the same. She still wants a husband and kids and the perfect fucking rocking-chair life.”

Logan cocks his head. “I’ve seen lots of different sex furniture,” he says, “but what is a fucking rocking chair?”

“God, you’re a dick.” I can’t stop the smile that’s jerking one edge of my mouth. “You know that, don’t you?”

“Guests find me charming.” He leans back on the railing and gives me his cocky-ass grin. “Reviews call me ‘utterly enchanting.’”

“You’re utterly something, all right.” I hate how at-ease he seems in his body. In his life that’s so different from mine.

I hate how his mouth curves up in that confident smile.

That mouth I watched moving between Sara’s legs.

A mouth I want badly to kiss.

I move without thinking, emboldened by beer and maybe akeen lack of sleep. But beer’s no excuse, since I’ve only had one, and a Navy SEAL trains to survive on mere minutes of sleep.

So why are my lips brushing Logan’s? Why is his hand gliding over my back, coming to rest on my shoulder?

It’s barely a kiss—just a two-second crush of my mouth against his—but I leap back like he’s lit me on fire.

“Fuck.” I back away quickly, bumping my spine on the rail. “I didn’t mean that to happen.”

“It’s okay.” He looks dazed as well, which makes this both better and worse.

“It’snotokay.” Jesus Christ, what a mess. “I’ve never cheated on Sara.Never.”

“That wasn’t cheating.” Logan tilts his head. “Aren’t you technically split up?”

“I don’t know what we are.” Dammit, I need to get out of here. What was I thinking coming to Logan’s like this?

Dragging my hands through my hair, I have to admit that I knew this might happen. Deep down on some level, I wanted it to.

I needed to see if what happened with Scott was a one-time thing.

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