But could he do that?
He would need to. Or he’d have to step aside and be gracious as she got her groove back with someone else.
* * *
It took ages for Tori to fall asleep. A dozen times, she thought about getting up and going to talk to Logan, but it would be easier in the morning.
And there was a solid chance if she went to find him in the middle of the night, she’d find a way to kiss him again, and that was…probably a mistake.
Almost certainly.
It still gave her a weird, fluttery feeling in the lowest parts of her belly. A good kind of weird. Hot, angsty, yes-please kind of weird.
Kissing Logan was the best mistake she’d made all week. It put all the truly awful mistakes in perspective. Trusting Stephen, spending way too much money on a party that didn’t happen, getting mad at her best friend for defending her honor…
That one hurt.
She winced as she remembered turning on him in rage. He’d only ever had her best interests at heart, and he’d seen through Stephen’s character.
Except Logan had never said anything. That made her feel weird inside, too. Shouldn’t he have? Wasn’t that a best friend code of honor or something?
That troubled thought was the last she had before she fell asleep.
It was still on her mind when she woke up late the next morning, the sunny Caribbean heat finally rousing her from the dead.
No, it wasn’t the heat.
It was Logan.
Tap, tap, tap.
Extra gentle knocks.
“I’m up,” she said, her voice rough. “Morning.”
“Can I come in?” he asked through the door.
She pulled her sheet up higher and cleared her throat. “Yep.”
The door swung open and his head appeared, then his body. Big, broad. Already dressed for the day, in a worn t-shirt and board shorts. And in his hands was a breakfast tray.
“I’ve got coffee,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes worried. “And zero bullshit, as ordered.”
She sighed. “About last night…”
“Yeah.” He sat at the foot of the bed and pushed the tray toward her. “I need to make something crystal clear.”
“Okay.”
“This doesn’t need to be complicated between us. Itshouldn’tbe complicated. I will always be your best friend. That’s locked in, right? Nothing will ever touch that. And what happens this week…that’s a free pass. No strings attached. I shouldn’t have brought up that bullshit about not being the right guy for you. Right now, no guy is right for you. You’re on the rebound, and this week has to be all about healing. And dancing. Maybe some rum. Nothing else.”
“Oh.” She was stunned.
That wasn’t what she’d been expecting at all.
She frowned.
Then she grabbed a croissant and shoved it in her mouth.
