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“I don’t think you are sorry. If you were sorry, you’d order me some breakfast.”

“Two pieces of sausage, over-easy eggs, and burnt toast?”

I sit up in shock. “How do you remember that?”

“I remember everything.”

But you left me.

My heart seems to freeze over, and for a split second, I consider getting up, grabbing my stuff, and getting the hell out of here. But I don’t.

There’s something that draws me to Logan, something that always has, and that something feels stronger than ever.

We’re different people now.

I can tell he’s different, his eyes less wild, his personality more stoic. He doesn’t seem like the jealous, hotheaded boyfriend I had all those years ago.

He’s stillLogan, though, deep down. I wonder if the wildness in him is still there, deep inside.

Part of me hopes so. It was something I was attracted to back then.

The way he made love to me–I'm pretty sure it’s still there.

I swallow hard. “Yeah, that sounds great, Logan.”

My voice sounds flat even to my own ears.

Logan looks at me for a moment, cocking his head, but then he slides out of bed, naked as the day he was born.

I bite my lip, watching his thick, muscular thighs, the tight curve of his ass.

My cheeks burn as if he hadn’t just been inside of me a few moments earlier.

Logan doesn’t seem worried about his lack of clothes, heading to the desk on the other side of the room and picking up the phone to order room service.

I pull the covers around me, my head spinning.

There’re a dozen alarm bells going off, but I keep ignoring them.

This is what I need. One last rendezvous with the man I’ve been in love with since I was a teenager.

After this weekend is over, I’ll finally have him out of my system.

ChapterTen

LOGAN

I don’t exactly knowwhat I’m expecting out of this weekend, but I can’t seem to help myself. She’s here, back in my bed, naked, with her lips swollen from my kisses, and it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Not that this can last forever.

A part of her still hates me, still sees me as beneath her, and I can tell. I can see it in her big, blue eyes.

I’ve never been good enough for her. I’ve spent the last few years of my life trying to be a man she’d want, who deserves her, but I’m not there.

I don’t know if I ever will be.

Meredith bounces out of bed when a knock sounds on the door and heads toward it.