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She huffed. “I’m sorry you lost, Logan,” she said sweetly, ignoring what I’d asked. Her voice came out breathy and sexy after our kiss.

“Mmm. Me too. But I know one thing that will make me feel better.”

“What’s that?”

“You,” I told her. With that, I wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her toward the exit that led out to the parking lot.

It was time toshowSloane Calloway that she was…mine.

CHAPTER17

SLOANE

“Welcome home,” Logan purred as he opened the door of his apartment. “Wait.” He put his hand up, a weirdly determined look on his face.

“What?” I asked, grinning because we’d just had the best fettuccini I’d ever tasted…and a few glasses of wine.

I was pretty sure that Logan York was the most charming man I’d ever met.

“I think it’s customary to carry your girl over the threshold the first time she enters her new home,” he said, a lock of his blond hair falling onto his forehead as he continued to charm me.

“You’re beautiful,” I blurted out, because I couldn’t keep the words in. It was a problem that I kept having, actually, saying everything I would normally keep locked in tight. A smug grin spread across his face, and I blinked a few times, not comprehending how someone so perfect looking existed.

“Says the world’s most beautiful woman,” he responded with a wink, and I actually giggled, which was definitely the wine’s fault. “Now, as I was saying,beautifulgirl. It’s time to cross the threshold.”

Logan swept me into his strong arms, holding me carefully against his chest as I looked up at him.

“I’m pretty sure you’re just supposed to do this when you get married. And did you say ‘her’ new home, or am I really drunk and imagining things?”

He grinned. “I don’t think it’s a wedding-exclusive thing, but in any case, this is good practice.”

I blinked at the easy, confident way he said thecraziestthings. And how he’d ignored what I’d asked.

“I hope you’re not talking about me,” I told him as we walked across his entry. “Because I’m quite confident those kinds of love stories don’t involve escorts.” I said it like I was joking, but the words secretly made me die inside.

“Maybewe’rethe ones actually writing the greatest love story ever told. Maybe thoseotherstories are missing crucial elements,” Logan shot back, leading us into a giant living room and sitting down on an oversized brown sectional.

Normally, I’d be interested in seeing his home, but I couldn’t look away from his face.

The way he was gazing at me…

It wasn’t the kind of look I was used to receiving—the greedy, predatory stares—this was different. His eyes swept over my face as if he was committing it to memory, as if I was something rare, someone extraordinary.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Like what?” he breathed, his voice low and thick.

“Like…” I faltered, heat creeping up my neck. “Like you’re in awe or something.”

Logan’s lips curved into the smallest of smiles, and my stomach flipped. “Because I am.”

I blinked, unsure if I’d actually heard him right. “What?”

His hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from my face, and his fingers lingered there, just barely grazing my skin. “You’re the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” he said quietly, his voice steady, like it was a fact.

My throat tightened, and I forced a laugh, yanking my gaze away from him. “You’re talking crazy again.” I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the fabric of his shirt like I might fall apart if I didn’t hold on to something. “Logan…”

Before I could say anything else, he leaned in slowly, his movements deliberate. His breath brushed against my lips, warm and steady, and then his mouth was on mine.