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I steel myself, pushing down the desire unfurling in my core.

“No, I’m coming out now. We need to talk.” I dress and exit, finding Logan in the kitchen.

He’s staring at the cake on the table, the muscle in his jaw ticking. His face is pale. Tension radiates off him in palpable waves, his body rigid and still.

“Logan?” I say on a breath, and he raises his gaze to me, a storm raging in his eyes. Anguish and fury battle for dominance in the blue depths, the force of his emotion stealing my breath.

“I swear there’s nothing to tell. I didn’t touch her.”

He thinks I believe her bullshit?

“Sloane, believe me, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

I approach, stand on my tiptoes, and pull him into a kiss. I pour all my love and trust into the slant of my lips over his, trying to soothe his distress. “As much as I’d like to torture you, and make you beg, it’s too cruel, and I love you,” I whisper against his mouth.

“What?” Confusion furrows his brow, hope warring with uncertainty in his gaze.

“I understood right away what Georgina was trying to do. I wasn’t worried for a moment.”

Logan runs a hand through his hair. “You didn’t believe her?”

“No. I know you. She’s just trying to separate us. What reason do you have to go back to her when you have me?” I raise a challenging eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of my lips.

“What reason, indeed?” He pulls me to him and presses me against his body, his tongue invading my mouth and tasting me, his hand cupping my ass and his fingers already probing between my legs. Heat floods through me at his possessive touch, need pulsing between my thighs.

A wave of warmth spreads in my stomach, and for a moment, I imagine him tearing my clothes off and fucking me right here on the table.

I tug at his hair and demand more from him, more of him, more... More everything. I arch into him, grinding against the hardness straining his zipper, desperate for friction.

He breaks away from me, his chest rising and falling, his lips swollen from the kiss. I want to pull him back to me and forget the world. Desire fogs my brain, narrowing my focus to the man in front of me.

“Wait.” He cuts off my fantasies. Reluctance tinges his voice, his eyes dark with arousal.

“What?” I try to catch my breath and return to reality.

“You said she’s trying to separate us.”

“It’s pretty obvious. She wanted me to open the box and see her message.”

“But how did she even know we’re together? We told noone.”

“Your brother knew.”

“He would never tell her. I trust him with my life.”

“So, maybe Johnny told her?”

“They don’t know each other.”

“Theydidn’tknow each other,” I emphasize. “But I also never thought Johnny would spread a video of me. He’s not who or what I thought he was. What if they’re collaborating?”

Logan twists his mouth. “Two crazy exes collaborating. I think even in your romance books, they wouldn’t think of something like that.”

“In my books, there’s always a happy ending.” Wistfulness aches in my chest at the thought, a desperate yearning for our own happily ever after.

“We’ll have one, too,” Logan promises, caressing my cheek. “But I don’t think Johnny filmed that video. He admitted to everything except the filming. I don’t think he would lie about that.”

“So, who filmed it?”