Page 36 of Anything but Mine

“She’d die to play with Zeke. Well, she might have broken one of his fingers, possibly an arm, because of the flirting.” They both laughed. “When they got beyond that, I bet there would have been some epic guitar duels.”

Logan huffed out a groaning laugh. “Zeke doesn’t really have an off button when it comes to women.”

She wrapped a curl around her finger. “He’s harmless.”

“Glad you know that. Let me know if he bugs you too much.”

“Nah, it’s flattering. One of the best songwriters in the room wants to flirt with me? I’m good with that.”

“Anytime you want to come down to the studio and work, he’s always up for it. There’s no one on this planet with energy like Z.”

“Are you up for it?”

Logan leaned against the stage and crossed his arms. “You want to try a writing session?”

“If you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah. We’ve got all afternoon to mess around.”

She stepped a little closer. “I’d like that.”

He dropped his arms, his palm flattening against the planks framing out the front of the stage. “Yeah, I would too.” They had chemistry from a music standpoint. That had been evident in their rehearsal.

He lifted his other hand to her cheek and she tipped her head up. The signal was clear. She was interested, or at least enough to see how he tasted. She licked her lower lip and he took a breath.

She was the right choice. Uncomplicated and beautiful. A perfect way to empty the untapped tension he’d been carrying around with him for the last eight months.

And still, the wrongness of it arrowed between his shoulder blades as he bent his head and touched her lips. She went up on her toes and met him full-on. Soft, pliant, and skilled. He tried to lose himself in the meeting of lips. Lindsey York’s kiss should have been just what he needed.

If he hadn’t met Izzy.

“Dammit,” he whispered and stepped back as he stared at the floor.

She slowly lowered her heels back onto the funky little flip flops she’d changed into halfway through rehearsal. “Yeah, I had a feeling.”

He met her gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I got to kiss Logan King. You know how many women would like to say that?”

“I…” What the hell could he say that didn’t make him sound like a complete douchebag?

“I get it, Logan.” Her smile was open and friendly. “It would have been fun, but I understand.”

He speared his fingers into his hair. “Good thing you do, because I don’t.”

“Sure you do.” She patted his cheek. “You’re kissing the wrong girl. I’ve been watching you stare down that woman who’s running this shindig. Bella? I think that’s her name.”

“Izzy,” he said with a nod.

She flipped a long tail of silvery blond hair over her shoulder. “That’s the one.”

He sighed and jammed his hands into his pockets. “Why are you kissing me, then?”

She tipped her head to the side and raised one eyebrow. “Because you’re hot.”

He barked out a laugh. “Thanks, I think.”

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