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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
‘WHAT ARE YOU doing here, Logan?’
Leaning one arm on the doorjamb to Kat’s apartment, he cocked his head to one side and there was little use her pretending that the whole world wasn’t tipping, shifting in his presence.
‘Is that any way to greet Santa Claus?’ he demanded. ‘Aren’t you going to invite me in?’
‘First, you aren’t dressed as Santa any more,’ she pointed out, with no idea how she kept her voice even. ‘And second, no.’
But she didn’t close the door in his face, which she knew revealed to him a lot more than her words had. She wasn’t surprised when he eyed her curiously.
‘Are you mad because you didn’t want me to answer Jamie, or are you mad because you did?’
Kat narrowed her eyes at him and tried to stand taller. To exude a confidence that she didn’t really feel.
‘I’m not mad,’ and she wasn’t entirely lying. ‘If anything, I’m...confused about why you gave a four-year-old boy false hope.’
And not only Jamie. He’d given her false hope, too. Perhaps that was the part about which she was maddest.
‘Is it?’
She blinked, not following his question.
‘Is it what?’
‘False hope?’ He took a step forward and she backed up into her apartment.
Logan promptly followed her inside, as though he thought that was the closest thing he was going to get to an invitation. As though he didn’t realise how close she stood to the edge. Or how that edge was crumbling with every second she spent in his company. All because she wanted him.
She’d never stopped wanting him.
‘Of course it’s false hope.’ She dragged her mind desperately back to the conversation. ‘We agreed this was just no-commitment fun.’
‘It was.’ He shrugged. ‘Until it changed.’
‘It didn’t change for me.’ She shook her head.
‘Liar.’ He chuckled, and that threw her as he’d known it would. ‘I saw your face yesterday. I know you feel something more.’
‘You’re wrong.’ The denial tipped out, only to fall—hollow and leaden—to the floor.
His eyes gleamed. Hot and hungry, and rolling through her like the most beautiful storm.
‘Am I really wrong, Kat?’ he asked softly.
And when she didn’t answer him—when she couldn’t answer him—his voice became even softer again.
‘Why don’t we put it to the test?’
She swayed. She didn’t mean to but she felt herself doing it all the same. She shifted her gaze around the room, from one thing to another as though she couldn’t find something to focus on, to keep herself
upright.
‘I don’t need to put it to the test,’ she answered at last in a thin, reedy voice. ‘I don’t want to commit to someone. I don’t think I ever will.’
‘But how will you ever know, if you never let anyone close enough to find out?’
