I shrugged, slowing when he edged in front of me. “You can do whatever you want. It’s not like I’m dating you.”
Logan watched me for a moment, and my heart picked up speed. Right as I was about to say something to break the silence, he nodded toward the door. “My mom’s already inside.”
I smirked, then continued on my path.
“What’s that look supposed to mean?”
“It was just a smile.”
Logan easily caught up with his long strides. “It was a judgy smile.”
“Not judgy. Just funny to think that you woke up because your mom told you to.” I reached for the door handle, but Logan’s wingspan doubled mine. Even from two steps behind me, he snatched it first.
I gave him a look. “Really? Chivalry?”
He did a little shrug, like maybe he didn’t want a gold star. “Can’t win with you.”
“Are you trying to?” I teased, but Logan didn’t laugh.
“Maybe.”
My stomach flipped like I’d just been double-bounced on the trampoline. I gripped the portfolio strap a little tighter.Maybe?What the hell did that mean? I really needed to kiss Jake or someone, preferably not Garrett again, because my body was clearly getting a little desperate.
We walked into a long, newly drywalled hall lit by end-of-day sunlight drifting through the dirty windows. “Can I ask something?”
“Shoot.”
“Why are you doing this for me?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly?”
“If you’re capable of telling the truth.”
That time, he huffed a laugh. As we walked a few more steps, his smile slipped a little. “When Shar broke up with me, I went into a whole . . . thing. Six months of trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Then I . . . ” His cheeks coloured.
“What?”
He shook his head. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Well, now you have to tell me.” I couldn’t get a bead on him. One minute he was making jokes about hooking up with puck bunnies, and the next, saying he was doing deep introspective work?
Logan dragged his feet, and he looked suddenly boyish. My awareness of how much he’d changed since I saw him last snapped forward. He had full stubble on his jaw, not just patches like before. His face was leaner, like he’d lost the last of his baby fat. He looked like a man, and that was . . . well, kind of a huge turn on.
I blinked and locked my eyes straight ahead, giving myself an internal lecture.Muscles good, muscles on Logan, bad.
He lowered his voice. “I called my other exes.”
My head whipped back toward him. “You, what?”
He nodded. “I know. Crazy. But after everything Rob said?—”
“What did Rob say?” I couldn’t hide my curiosity. Shar told us that Rob had suggested Logan talk to her before she moved out, but everything we heard from the guys told a slightly different story. Involving dropped gloves and bloody noses.
“I don’t know if I should?—”
“Logan!” A woman with a classy, blond bob appeared through a doorway across the open warehouse space. Her heels clicked against the concrete floor. “For goodness’ sake, what took you so long?”
Wow. That had to be Logan’s mom, and it turned out she was super hot. She looked completely out of place in her pencil skirt and light pink blouse against the mess and construction. The concrete floors were dusted with saw grit. Scaffolding lined the walls where they were installing specialty light fixtures, and worklights threw yellow pools across taped-off rectangles on the floor. And here she was, all shiny and fresh. She probably smelled like Yves St. Lauren. My foolproof rubric for judging someone’s level of wealth.
