“I was just thinking… you’ve been right about everything.”
I laughed. “I’d love to take credit, but the truth is, I’m not rightallthe time.”
“Ever since I met you, you have been. Right from the start. At my brother’s wedding, I overheard you telling a friend that a snow wedding was beautiful, but as an L.A. native, you preferred beach ceremonies.”
I searched my memory for the moment I’d said that. The comment had definitely come after I’d complained about the cold—something I’d never liked. The ceremony in Aspen, held outside a mountainside house, had been the coldest I’d ever endured.
Then I remembered. I’d said it to Layla, Camila’s work friend and a bridesmaid. We’d gotten along instantly and had spent hours talking at the reception.
“I didn’t tellyouthat,” I pointed out.
“No. I was walking past your table when I heard it.”
“It was a completely irrelevant comment.”
“I know. But ever since the first moment I saw you, I’ve found youcompletely… relevant.”
I understood exactly what he meant. But what was this? Was the serious Dr. Logan Turner actually flirting with me?
“There were far more interesting women there than me,” I replied, deflecting.
“You caught my attention from the first moment. Although I hated you when we met again and you started criticizing me.”
“All of it for good reason, as you’ve just admitted.”
“Every single bit of it.”
We fell silent. He rose from the chair, standing directly in front of me. His eyes held mine, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that had been hovering between us for days—a palpable electricity that charged the air with every shared glance, every breath we took in the same room.
“I want to kiss you, Evelyn,” he said, his voice low.
The declaration shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. He reached out, his hand cupping my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. My heart hammered against my ribs as his touch trailed down my neck, over my shoulder, and down my arm, finally settling on my waist.
“We have an agreement, Logan,” I managed, my voice unsteady. “A strictly professional, media-focused relationship. No physical connection.”
“I don’t care about the contract right now. Do you?”
I didn’t. Oh God, I really didn’t.
But I should have. We had a business arrangement. We shouldn’t complicate it.
Yet, how could anyone resist this pull that had been growing between us since the beginning?
Keeping one hand firmly on my waist, he brought the other back to my face. “I’m going to kiss you, Evelyn. Unless you tell me, right now, that you don’t want me to.”
I parted my lips, intending to say no, to tell him to back off, that it was a mistake. But the words died before they were born. How could I deny what every fiber of my being was screaming for? I wanted him closer.
I wanted him to kiss me.
Without another word, our lips met in a slow, inevitable convergence. The world around us dissolved, along with every shred of caution. The first touch was soft, a tentative promise. Then he deepened the kiss, and it was like an explosion of sensation that stole my breath. All the reasons this was wrong vanished from my mind.
In that moment, there was nothing in the world more right than being kissed by Logan Turner.
Until the sound of running footsteps and children’s squeals from the hallway made us spring apart. We both looked at the door in alarm, undoubtedly sharing the same fear of being caught.
But the girls ran straight past the office, toward the living room, without a glance inside.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice breathless.
