Page 73 of A Dash of You

“Oh, you’re so on.”

He walks toward the game, but I stop him. I put my hand on his shoulder, then snatch it away because touching him is a bad idea. “Before we do, I have one request.”

“What’s that?”

“Please, for the love of God, put on a shirt. If this friend's thing is going to work, we need to wear more clothes around each other.”

A devilish smirk forms. “I’ll be right back.” Before he heads upstairs, he places the game on the table. “Start dealing the money. And no cheating.” He points a finger my way.

“I’m offended!”

He grins, heading upstairs, and I smile again, finding myself doing that a lot around him.

Logan joins me after applying more clothes to his body and sits next to me. Right next to me, so close, I can smell his woodsy scent. Fucking shit, I need to find out what soap he uses. But truly, I’m gasping for air with his body so close to mine.

I am going to murder Lana when she gets home.

His scent is torture, and his arm is brushing against mine.

I place the pile of cards in their proper space. “Another thing before we start. I know there are a ton of rules, but I follow the original to a T. So, none of that bullshit people made up.”

“You mean like collecting money if you land on free parking? Or getting out of jail after three rolls. That kind?”

“We’re going to need some alcohol in this hot chocolate.” I hold my mug in the air, and he laughs.

Mental note: memorize the sound of Logan’s laughter.

“Okay. No made-up rules. I promise.” He picks up the dice and places them in front of me. “Ladies first.”

An hour later and we’re still at it. Tiny houses and hotels line the squares while money is scattered everywhere.

“I hate you.” I pout with my arms crossed against my aching nipples that haven’t stopped perking up since he’s sat down.

“You don’t hate me.”

“I hate that you bought Boardwalk. Especially when I own the other ones.”

“That’s the heat of the game, dove.”

“You’re annoying.”

“How about this? I’ll trade you my Boardwalk for your New York Avenue.”

I contemplate his request, but I know how valuable the orange spaces are. However, I’m not a Monopoly pro, so I’ll just agree purely on gut instinct. “Fine. Deal.”

He takes the property card from me, then a wide grin flashes on his smug, stupid, handsome face.

“What?” I say in irritation as I study him.

“Amateur,” he quickly says under his breath.

Hell no.

“I changed my mind. I want it back.”

“No can do, dove.”

“See. I hate you.”

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