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I’m thinking about last night. My cock hardens just thinking of Isabella beneath me, clutching at the sheets and yelling my name. I’m thinking that nothing can compare to that. But I don’t need to be cruel to Maeve. I need to be honest.

“I’m not going to sit here and say I want you back, because it’s not true,” I tell her as calmly as I can. “Hell, we were never really together. I’m sorry if I ever gave you the impression that we’d go somewhere romantically, but to me, it was just a fling. You know I had a lot on my mind back then.”

“Back then, your mind was on me,” Maeve points out. To be fair, she’s not wrong, really. Her hand snakes under the table and begins to rub my leg. “Don’t you remember the fun we had, Logan? I fuck better than anyone. You know I’m right. No one gives it to you as good as I do, do they?”

I pull my leg away from her touch. “Enough,” I growl through gritted teeth.

“You know it’s true. Remember that night on the balcony of that hotel? Remember when we snuck off in Central Park and fucked under the stars?”

Maeve’s voice is getting louder and louder. Of course I remember those times, and they were great back then, but I don’t want to be reminded of them now. She’s almost manic, trying to get me to see everything we shared through rose tinted glasses. I shake my head at her, hoping she won’t draw more attention to us.

“Look, those memories were great, but I’m seeing someone. I told you I had a date last night.”

“Oh, so you were serious,” Maeve says, rolling her eyes. “I thought that was just an excuse you were giving to avoid me. That would be just typical of you.”

I throw down Maeve’s pen on the table. I’ve just about had enough of this conversation. I know Maeve is trying to draw a fight out of me, but at this point, if she wants one, she’s damn well going to get it.

“If I’m so fucking awful, why are you so determined to get me back? What happened to all that good sex, climbing the career ladder, whatever?”

“None of it compares to you,” Maeve hisses, her eyes glimmering. “I’ve never met a man like you, Logan. I hate you for it, but you have my heart. You always will.”

“You have to let me go, Maeve. I’m not interested in complicating things all over again.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure? You never used to be afraid of taking a risk,” Maeve says gently. “It was you and me against the world. Don’t you miss those days? Don’t you want to go back and do it all over again?”

I close my eyes. I wish there was a way of saying no without hurting her feelings. As crazy as she is, I don’t wish her any harm. I don’t want to break her heart again. It was bad enough the first time. It was such a mistake to come here, but now that I’m here, I’m just going to have to deal with it as well as I can. I reach for her hand.

“Look, I’m sorry, Maeve. I know you’re still hurting. I know you’re holding on to this, even though I wish you wouldn’t. But I want you to be happy, and I will never be able to give you that feeling, because I don’t feel the way you want me to. Do you understand?”

Maeve is quiet for a moment. For once, she has nothing to say. She glances down at my hand on hers and then back up to my face.

“Maybe you need a reminder of what you’re missing,” she murmurs. And then she leans across the table, grabs my face and kisses me.

CHAPTER 20

Isabella

Waking up to find Logan gone rings all sorts of alarm bells in my brain. I sit up sharply in this fancy hotel room and question where the hell he could be. I get out of bed, a little dizzy from my hangover and with sleep still clinging to me. I frantically grab at items of clothing, dressing quickly so that I can ring him and see where he’s gone.

But then I spot the note on the bedside table. I grab it quickly with my heart pounding. I’m expecting it to say something cryptic like I’m sorry or something came up. I’ve seen a lot of movies, and I know that when a guy walks away from a hotel, he doesn’t tend to come back. But I’m pleasantly surprised to see that the note says he’s gone to get us coffee. I sigh, shaking my head at myself. It says a lot about me that I don’t trust Logan. It says that I’m untrusting, though without reason. It says that I’m expecting the worst from him, when he’s been nothing, but good to me so far. After all, he is going to get me coffee. No one has ever done that for me before.

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