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“You’re going to let someone snap you up, and I hope they hold onto you,” he said after we hugged away any awkwardness.

Just one more wall, a barrier, a fucking white picket fence. Anything to shut down this tsunami of unwelcomed desires.

One wall between me and Logan King.

That’s all I need.

“Beth.”

I jump, dropping the knife in the process as he appears at the threshold like he’s been summoned by dirty thoughts alone.

“Are the girls here?”

“Isabel is down for a nap and Hannah is in the playhouse doing her homework.”

He takes a step inside before dipping his chin. “Got a minute?”

And with just the sight of him, there goes my wall.

Brick by brick.

You’re shitting all over my walls, Logan.

“Sure,” I say, my voice sounding too high. I busy myself with adding the chopped vegetables to the pot. “What’s up?”

“Tell me you didn’t agree to go on a date with Ace fucking Blackwood today.” His tone is strained.

It’s only when he steps inside from out of the late afternoon sun that I see a faint darkness in his eyes, the clench of his jaw, and hands balled into fists.

I wipe my palms on the towel, not knowing why my heart has suddenly started racing in my chest.

There’s something hungry in his gaze.

Something primal.

Something irresistible.

Walls.

I laugh to hide the nerves bubbling in my throat. “News sure does travel fast around here.”

“Beth?”

There’s a warning there. Not one that scares me, though it probably should. It’s one that brings that same ache between my legs.

Why am I like this?

I swallow hard before answering. “He asked me out. I said no.”

He takes another step forward, and I grip the counter at my back, needing something to keep me steady.

“Why?”

Why?

Why did I say no?

Because I had a sex dream.

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