She snorts, shoving it back on the rack. “Next.”
I grab a soft jumper, holding it against her chest. “Better?”
She runs her hands over it, thoughtful. “I actually like this one.”
Progress.
“This?” I ask, holding up a band tee. She nods, and I add it to the pile. “Why don’t you choose something?” I ask.
Her eyes widen as she scans the shop like a rabbit caught in headlights. “I, erm, I don’t really know what to choose.”
“Anything you like. Price isn’t a problem.”
She picks up a pair of jeans. “These?” she asks, her voice unsure.
“Perfect,” I tell her, taking them.
“Now, we need something to match the heels,” I say thoughtfully.
She giggles, rolling her eyes. “I don’t think anything will match those.”
I laugh, tugging her against me and kissing her hard enough to steal her breath. “You’re right. Naked’s better.”
She shoves me playfully and disappears into the changing room, the curtain swishing shut. I lean back against the wall, smirking to myself.
“Logan?” The voice cuts sharp, and I glance over. A sales assistant stands a few feet away, arms folded, smile stretched too tight. Familiar.Too familiar.But I can’t place her.
“Uh, hey,” I say carefully.
Her eyes narrow, that smile faltering. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
My stomach sinks.Shit.That tone. That look. It means one thing—I’ve fucked her. She steps closer, her perfume thick and choking. “Figures. You never called.”
I clench my jaw, inwardly groaning just as Remi yanks the curtain back in one swift movement.
“Okay,” her voice is bright, hopeful, “I reckon this is perfect for the heels.”
The smile she flashes me freezes when she sees the woman standing too close.
And I freeze too, because Remi looks . . .Christ. The white lace clings to her curves, shorter than short, spilling cleavage I want to bury my face in. She’s radiant, glowing . . . until the assistant opens her mouth.
“Wow,” she sneers, eyes raking over Remi from head to toe. “You need to size up. And honestly, you should cover that pasty skin. It’s making me want to vomit.”
Remi’s sharp inhale cuts me in half. I watch her shoulders fold in on themselves, all the confidence she’d clawed back today crumbling in an instant.
“You’re out of order,” I snap, moving fast to put myself between them before Remi can retreat. I cup her head, pressing a kiss into her hair. “Ignore her,” I murmur, loud enough for the assistant to hear. “She hates me, not you.”
“I found the dress in the changing room,” she whispers. “It was just a joke.”
“You look like a joke,” spits the sales assistant. “Christ, Logan, is she the reason you didn’t call? Because, seriously, you downgraded.”
“Logan?” Remi repeats, pulling out of my arms and glaring at me like I’ve physically wounded her.
“Darlin’, if he’s your man, you should know he had me screaming his name while he fucked me all night long. He’s not loyal.” She spins on her heel and marches away.
“Rem—” I try to close the gap, but she shoves me hard. I roll my eyes. “Come on, I don’t even know her name.”
“Well, she sure as shit knows yours,Logan.” She spits it out like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth.
