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LOGAN: Please, Simone.

Emmy chuckled. “I knew you were lying. It either has to do with him or you’re about to faint because, girlfriend, you are as white as a ghost. That’s who’s texting you, isn’t it?”

“You are so fucking nosy.” I sighed, unable to stop myself from smiling when she laughed and shrugged.

“Spill.”

I shook my head. “He’s just an asshole. It’s nothing. I’m not going to get involved.” Too fucking late.

ME: No.

LOGAN: Seriously? Give me five minutes.

ME: I said no.

LOGAN: Please?

I grinned temporarily at the fluttering in my stomach. I shouldn’t be enjoying the way he begged. I should be telling him to get fucked. Tucking my phone back in my pocket did almost exactly that. When my phone buzzed again, I ignored it.

My heart skipped a beat, stumbling back to normal when Emmy jumped from her seat on the couch with a loud gasp. “I have an idea!”

I groaned, already sure this wasn’t an idea I was going to like. “Do I want to hear it?”

She cackled, and it made my chest swell. It was an infectious laugh. Really, it was no wonder my cousin was so smitten with her, even if he had zero intentions of admitting that to me. Emmy’s face lit up. “A blind date.”

“I’m sorry, a what?” No way in hell.

“A blind date!” She repeated it a little louder, as if that answered the unspoken question. “I’ll set you up with someone!”

The blanket that had been in her lap fell to the ground at her feet, and she rocked forward on her knees. Her entire body buzzed with excitement, and I took a deep breath. Hesitation washed off me.

“Not happening.”

She was obviously disappointed. “Oh, come on, Simone! It’ll be so fun!” She traced her jaw, counting something in her head—likely the list of men she was trying to set me up with.

“No way.”

I held my hands up in front of me, putting my fingers together to form an “X,” as if it could prevent her from sending any of her forced blind dates my way. Her shoulders sagged, but she still flipped through the contacts list on her phone. I sighed.

I wasn’t going on that date.

Chapter 27

Logan

Ash and Sky hurried past me out of the door the second I walked in. “Good luck, dude,” he said, clapping his hand against my shoulder.

“Yeah, she’s heated,” Sky warned me. She cringed, and my stomach sank. The confidence I’d felt pulling into the parking lot quickly slipped from my grasp.

Shrugging, I tried to look unconcerned when the only thing I was confident about was that they were right. I knew she was going to be angry. “It’ll be okay.” I tried on a convincing smile, wiping it away when Ash and Sky both shook their heads.

They didn’t stay to wish me luck, both scurrying to their cars. “This is going to work,” I told myself. I was going to make Simone talk to me the only way I knew how. It was a foolproof plan, until it wasn’t.

Simone was wiping down the counter, mumbling something to herself that was decorated with a lot of emphasized “fucks” and “shits.” The counter she was focusing on was clean by now, but she still scrubbed at it vigorously.

“Hey,” I said, and she stopped in her tracks.

She left the rag spread out on the counter, whipping around to face me. “Hey? That’s what you start with?”

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