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"Why?"

"Because you're always pragmatic when it comes to guys. And Wes is pragmatic when it comes to… everything. You're like two-thirds of aJeopardy!contestantpanel."

I adjust the dress and smooth itdown.

"Oh, that's perfect." Rena’s voice is unusuallyhushed.

"Yeah?"

"Logan's going to swallow histongue."

"That would be terrible. I’d miss thebarbell."

Her jaw drops. "When did you become such a dirtygirl?"

I meet her gaze in the mirror. I can't argue. Every time we're together, I feel a little freer. And a little moreunhinged.

Like how I constantly imagine stuff I want Logan to do to me. Things I might even work up the courage to ask him forsomeday.

Someday? What isthis?

"There's no future with a man like that," I say—to me or Rena, I'm notsure.

"What, with a tongue piercing and a wicked smile? Who's to say that man doesn't deserve a happy everafter?"

"He does. But it won't be with me." The thought makes my chesthurt.

"Why the hellnot?"

I turn back to the beautiful dresses and run one through my fingers. "Because men like Logan Hunter don't clean up kid vomit. They don't cover for you when you have to work late. They don't see you in your face mask, and if they do? They definitely don't turn around and look at you like you’re their fantasy come tolife."

"That is a whole lot of bullshit." Rena blows out a breath. "I also brought shoes. Because there’s no way you’re wearing flats with thatdress."

I start to protest as she produces a pair of wedges with sky-highheels.

“Before you comment, realize that the second Logan sees these, he’s going to be picturing them around hisneck.”

I cock my head, feeling the buzz of electricity. "They arecute."

"Good call. Now Final Jeopardy. This one's for all the accessories." Her gaze meets mine. "Are you falling forhim?"

I think of earlier today when I pulled my "Do Me” list from my notebook and realized it'd been augmented. To every item, from waxing to skydiving, black pen had added the words “duringsex.”

Except the last one—be more sexuallyadventurous.

He’d added "with LoganHunter."

"I can't answerthat.”

Her smile grows. "You justdid."

21

My first andonly car was a twelve-year-old Buick. It wasn’t even mine. Technically, it was my brothers’ and mine to share when we were in highschool.

I didn’t care. I've never cared about four wheels beyond where they could take me and how much it cost to fill themup.

But when Logan's car pulls up on Saturday morning, my jawdrops.

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