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“Oh. No.” I look down at my half-eaten burger.

She shrugs and hails the server. She’s trying to get out of here as soon as possible.

I frown. “So, that’s it?”

“That’s it.” There’s something grave in her voice, and it’s then that I remember our breakup conversation.

“Fuck, Meredith, I didn’t mean to?—”

“You know what? You can pay the check. For once.”

It’s a low blow.

She was always the one offering to pay back then because she was the one with money. She knew I couldn’t keep a dime because of my father’s alcohol problem.

I grit my teeth. “I want you in my life, Meredith.”

“I don’t want you in mine.”

She stands up, storming out of the restaurant, and I curse inwardly, throwing too much cash down on the table and rushing after her.

“Meredith!” I call, and she stops but doesn’t turn, her shoulders stiff. “I’m sorry?—”

She turns, stalking back toward me. “You act like I never meant anything at all to you.”

All the air goes out of my lungs in a whoosh.

“Don’t you fucking say that,” I hiss. “You have no idea what you meant to me. What you still mean to me.”

“Logan, don’t?—”

I can’t stop myself. I take the step between us and lean down to kiss her as hard as I can.

She melts into my arms.

I’m doomed.

ChapterNine

MEREDITH

I tryto talk myself out of it the whole way to Logan’s hotel room, but when we get in the car and his hands start to push up my skirt, I can’t deny it anymore.

I want him. I want him so much it hurts. And I don’t want to stop, even if it might break my heart later.

We arrive at the hotel room door, but Logan can’t keep his hands off me.

“Logan,” I breathe as he has me against the wall, his hand up my skirt, massaging me through my panties. “We’re in the hallway, you gotta let us in.”

“Fuck.” He’s breathing hard against my neck before taking the hotel key and opening the door.

He’s kissing me as the door swings shut behind us, removing his shirt, popping buttons.

I pull at the hem of my own blouse, getting it over my head between kisses, my skin on fire.

Stop! Stop! Stop, my brain warns, but the rest of me wants him so badly I can’t stand it anymore.

I’ve wanted him ever since he left, wanted him since the last time we were together, and there’s no reason to fight it. Not now, anyway.