Page 8 of Billionaire Bachelor

“I admit nothing.” I stick my tongue out, making him laugh harder. A sudden gust of wind blows right up my puffer coat, causing my teeth to chatter slightly. “Damn, it’s nipple-y out here.”

Logan steps closer as we approach the store, shielding me from the wind. “I’ll have to take your word for it.” He gives me a playful grin. “But if you’re in the mood for a little show and tell later, you just let me know, Pip.”

“Haha,” I mutter, thankful I have the cold to blame for my rosy cheeks.

Fucking hell, I’ve blushed more in the last few hours than I have in the last few years.

I don’t know what it is about this man, but the slightest innuendo makes my cheeks flame like a nun caught red-handed in the smut section.

Inside the grocery store, Logan grabs a cart and gestures for me to lead the way. We start in the produce section, where a vibrant array of vegetables gleam under fluorescent lights.

“You good with a big salad for lunch tomorrow?” I pick up a bag of mixed greens and place it in the cart. “We can grab some grilled chicken from the deli for yours, if you’d like.”

“Sure,” Logan replies, carefully inspecting some bell peppers. “You’re still avoiding meat, right?”

“Yo ho! Yo ho! A vegetarian’s life for me,” I singsong to the melody fromPirates of the Caribbean.

He shakes his head, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Now who’s the geek?”

“A.” I point to him. “I called you anerd, not a geek. And B, we’ve already established you make aterriblenerd.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Logan rubs his chin in mock contemplation. “Why was that again? I can’t quite remember.”

“Yeah, right.” I snort. “You can keep on fishin’ for those compliments, buddy, but I’m not biting.”

“Noted. You’re not a biter.” I startle when his lips suddenly touch my ear as he adds, “But what’s your stance on being bitten?”

An image of Logan’s sandy hair between my thighs as he’s nibbling on my sensitive skin flashes through my head.

Dear god.

I give him a little shove, trying my best not to look as aroused as I suddenly feel. What is with him today? Logan’s naturally flirtatious, but he’s never been so bold with me.

Except that one time we both like to pretend never happened.

“Pip, did you hear me?”

“Huh?” I blink a few times as I realize I was spacing out.

Logan gives my ear a little flick. “I asked if vegetarian chili and cornbread sounds good for dinner tonight. I have a kickass recipe in my arsenal.”

“That sounds amazing,” I tell him. “Since when do you haveanyrecipes in your arsenal?”

“I’m full of many surprises.” He grins shamelessly.

Oh, I bet you are, big guy.

We weave through the aisles, Logan steering the cart with a practiced ease. It feels odd, doing something so domestic with him, but at the same time, it feels perfectly natural. I guess it’s not so strange when I consider how much time we’ve spent together growing up. I’ve always felt comfortable just hanging out with him.

When we cruise through the bakery section, which is loaded with Valentine’s treats, my inner Bitter Betty is nowhere to be found. I think talking about what happened with Julian earlier made me realize how much Idon’tmiss what we had. Considering it’s been only two months since we ended our relationship, that’s a real eye-opener for me. Sure, I’m pissed about his betrayal, and I feel like an idiot for not seeing the signs that weredefinitelypresent. But I don’t actually misshim. Hell, I’mgladI’m not getting married today.

I spot freshly-baked heart-shaped doughnuts and rub my hands together in glee. “Oh, come to Mommy, you beautiful things.”

Logan chuckles. “The muffins you inhaled in the car weren’t enough?”

I gasp. “I did notinhalethem! I nibbled them like the delicate lady I am.”

“Whatever you say, Pip.” He shakes his head, giving me a “You’re delusional”look.