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“Hello?”

“I need to see you in my office.”

“Give me five. I’m just finishing something.”

“Now,” he hisses into the phone.

“Okay. I’m almost done. I’ll be right there.”

I hang up the phone, and I can practicallyfeelhim fuming behind his office door.

I don’t like that he is hurting like this, thatI’mhurting him like this, but I have to protect my baby. I wasn’t able to protect my heart then or now.

What if he hurts my baby by abandoning them too?

He broke my heart back then, ruined all my plans and dreams.

I take a deep breath and get up to go to his office.

Paul, one of my coworkers, stops me by blocking my way.

He leans against the wall, and I notice how broad his shoulders are.

I remember him kind of hitting on me at Bennigan’s, and it wasn’t exactly unwelcome, even if I had no interest in him.

But I guess it would be now. Things are too complicated with Logan to think about a relationship.

Am I still letting Logan ruin things, though? Is that what I’m doing?

But just the thought of being with someone else makes my blood run cold.

Paul smiles. “Haven’t seen you in a few days.”

I smile back. “I had food poisoning.”

He winces. “I got that after a trip to Italy, and I’ve never been the same.”

I laugh. “You went to Italy?”

He nods. “For business. My family owns a perfume company, and almost all our scents are imported.”

Oh, an heir. I guess we have more in common than I thought.

“You’re a Whitlock, right? You know how it is.”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ve been around the world on business trips with my dad. I had a passport at six months old.”

He laughs. “I guess it’s good, being well-traveled?”

“Not if you don’t remember it.” I can’t help smiling.

The next thing I know, Logan’s barreling toward us.

“Excuse me.” He takes me roughly by the arm, tugging me into his office and slamming the door behind me.

“Logan, I was on my way to?—”

“Is it him?” His voice is raspy from lack of sleep or booze or both, and when he pushes me up against the wall with his body, his breath reeks of whiskey.