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“Meredith,” I breathe as I walk toward her, and she stiffens at the sound of my voice.

“Logan.” Her voice is tight, and it makes my throat feel like it’s reduced to a pinpoint.

“Listen.” I’m not even sure what I’m going to say.

“You don’t have to say it.”

I freeze. “What do you mean?”

“I already know.” She’s not even looking at me, just down at the boxes. “This weekend was a one-time thing. A mistake.”

“I wouldn’t say a mistake,” I drawl, trying to flirt with her, make things lighter, but her face doesn’t change, not even the hint of a smile.

“What else would you call it, Logan?”

“A good time.”

“It was closure.” She finally looks up at me, and there’s ice in her blue eyes.

“Oh.” My shoulders slump.

But then I set them again, anger working its way through me. I feel just as hotheaded around her now as I did when I was nineteen, and it drives me crazy.

I’ve worked so hard to not be that guy.

I take a hitched breath, running my hand through my hair, which is still damp from the shower, hanging down my shoulders.

I put it in a low ponytail, and Meredith just looks at me coolly.

“So, that’s it?”

Her eyes flash. “That’s it.”

It’s almost like losing her all over again.

My chest tightens, my eyes burn.

I walk away, but I can feel her eyes watching me leave.

When I finally get back into my office, a small one I’ve taken over temporarily, I close the door behind me, my eyes squeezed shut.

“Logan?”

Bryce. Of course, it’s Bryce. He stays in my office mainly so that he close by for when I need him.

My eyes pop open. “Yes, Bryce, what do you need?”

“Your signature on these contractor checks,” he says smoothly, as if I don’t look like shit.

I know I do, know I have bags under my eyes from barely sleeping when Meredith was in my bed.

“And maybe you should take the rest of the day off.”

I blink at his suggestion. “Why? What would I do?”

He shrugs. “Anything but moping around here, staring at Meredith.”

I frown. “What do you know about Meredith?”