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“I did. Why are you here?”

He lifts the briefcase he’s holding. “Wanted to discuss business, show you some of my advertising ideas.”

“Let’s get to my room and we’ll check it out.”

Grayson smiles and follows me up to my room, shaking his head.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t spring for a nicer hotel. You could get the penthouse.”

I snort. “For what? I’m only here a few hours a week.”

Grayson chuckles. “You have so much money, but you still think like...”

“Like I’m poor?”

His eyes shoot to mine, and he frowns. “I didn’t mean?—”

I wave my hand to dismiss his worries. “I’m not offended, Grayson. I guess I do know how to stretch a dollar because of how I grew up. I can’t just throw around money like you do.”

He shrugs. “That’s fair enough. I’m a little more frugal with my own money than I was with my parents’.”

He barks out a laugh, and I laugh in return, even though I don’t feel very merry.

My mind is still on Meredith.

She was so ice-cold to me, barely looking at me, barely talking to me.

Our weekend is over now, and I have to accept it. No matter how much it hurts.

I sit on the edge of the bed and Grayson starts his presentation, showing me slides of billboard advertisements that look cutting edge and professional.

It takes about half an hour. “What do you think, Logan?”

I nod and smile. “I love it. It’ll help me bring customers to the city and maybe help me expand.”

“With our advertising team, we expect a growth of twenty-five percent in the first year.”

“I could open a second location in the city.” I rub the stubble on my chin. I haven’t shaved all weekend.

“Exactly. So, what do you say?”

“Let’s do it.”

An hour later, Grayson has the paperwork printed out and I sign, paying his team to do my advertising.

We’re in business together now, so that should sway me from flirting with his sister.

Back then, I was her dirty little secret, and I guess I still am.

When he eventually leaves, and the exhaustion takes me under, I dream of Meredith, how sweet and pretty she was in my arms all weekend, but then her eyes turn icy just before I wake up.

Fuck.

Everything’s gone sideways. I should’ve never touched her again. She was right about that.

Because now I want her every minute, just like I used to.

What am I going to do?