Page 99 of Bad Love

After getting back, I clean the house, answer some emails for my committee work, and sign off for the weekend. I lose track of time until Logantexts.

Hunter:Carpool leaves at tentomorrow.

Crap.I'm going to Long Island, and I have put zero thought into what towear.

I google "Long Island party," and that doesnothelp. Now I'm outrightpanicking.

I yank my closet door open and riffle through. Nothing in here is Long Island appropriate. It's pitching-a-client appropriate or cleaning-up-vomit appropriate. There’s no medium. There’s surely no "it's a holiday, so help yourself to Patrón cocktails"appropriate.

I go online, but I can't have anything delivered by tomorrow morning even if I could stomach spending the money. Which Ican't.

There's only one thing todo.

Forty-five minutes later, Rena’s at my door with an armful of garmentbag.

"I'm sorry to call, but… what is allthis?"

"Wardrobe options." She hangs the garment bag on the back of my door before unzipping it with a flourish. "You did the rightthing."

I peer past her, morbidly curious about the peeks offabric.

She slaps my hand. "No! This is quid pro quo. You try, you talk. I want one piece of information per dress." As she pulls out dress after dress, my throat goes dry. "First, how did you not tell me you were going to Long Island with LoganHunter?"

I take and try on the first dress. "I did. Justnow."

"Ugh. That'scheap."

"It's the truth. He asked me a couple nightsago."

The dress isn't my style. I unzipit.

"And you've been looking me in the eye at work all week saying nothing. But fine. Is he introducing you as hisgirlfriend?"

Then I wiggle into the second dress. "He might introduce me as his cock seller for all Iknow."

"I'd pay money to see that. Oooh, that'scute."

I twist my mouth. "It's tooelegant."

"You'reelegant."

"I'm… earnest." I eye a third dress. It’s bright coral and sleeveless with a scooped neck and a hem that looks like it’d end at midthigh. "Thatone."

She holds it out of reach. "Are youexclusive?"

The word sends shivers down my spine. "We haven't talked aboutit."

I snatch the dress out of her grasp and unzipit.

I’ve been keeping the jealousy at bay because Logan hasn’t done anything to make me think he’s been with other women at the same time, even though we haven’t talked about it. But the idea of Hunter offering that sexy grin—or any other part of him—to another woman makes me bite mycheek.

Hard.

Rena laughs as if she cantell.

I cast her a dirty look as I step carefully into thedress.

"You're supposed to be talking me down,” Igrumble.

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