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She rolls her eyes at me.

“Is it asking for too much to meet a guy who wants to get to know me a little? Sometimes, I feel like a thing people want to use and show off rather than a real person with feelings and flaws.”

“Flaws?”

This is the most open River has been in ages. I don’t want to say the wrong thing and have her shut down again.

“Yes. They don’t even see it. I did a few experiments. I was rude, mean, shallow, completely obtuse, boring, and dull, and guys still looked at me, hanging onto my every word like I’m a rock star or something.”

“Some guys will do anything to get in your pants, River.”

And there goes the conversation. She visibly puts her walls back up and shifts the attention back to me.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“Nothing. No plans. It’s raining, so it’s a perfect day for TV and books.”

My phone buzzes, and I grab it from the side table. A smile is already on my face when I see Logan’s name.

Logan: Good morning, Skye. I had a great time yesterday.

Skye: I did too. It was so much fun. Are you off today?

Logan: No, I’m already at work. What are your plans for tonight?

Skye: Nothing. Just hanging out with River.

Logan: Got enough leftovers for another dinner. Want to come over tonight?

Logan: You can bring your sister if you want.

I show the phone to River. The old doubt tugs at my chest. What if Logan comes to his senses and falls for River? Men are visual beings. He can’t deny that she’s beautiful. I have the urge to say no, so he won’t be around her, but I ignore it. I’m being stupid. It’s not like I can keep them away from each other. If I end up dating Logan—if this is not just a fluke—they will be around each other a lot.

“Leftover lasagna and cake? Heck, yes. It’s always best the next day. I’m in.”

Skye: Yes, we’ll be there.

Logan: You forgot your little yellow friend in my truck last night.

Skye: Stuart!

Logan: I got a good ribbing about it at work.

Skye: LOL. Sorry?

Logan: No worries. See you at 8. Back to work now.

Skye: Be safe, Logan.

I look at my phone for another minute, but he doesn’t text me back. My mind goes back to doubting myself. What if this whole thing is just to get closer to River?

“What’s that look for? What are you thinking?”

Her too-perceptive eyes study me.

“Nothing. Hungry. Let's go make breakfast.

“You’re weird.”