And then I hear it. The second voice.
It’s low, cocky, and a little too familiar.
“Damn. Something smells good in here.”
I freeze. Yeah. I definitely know that voice.
I turn around, still holding onto my disbelief.
No.
No…
“Cassie, this is Logan. Logan, Cassie,” Jackson says.
My heart beats as if I were sprinting, suddenly.
He’s still tall. Still infuriatingly handsome. Same jaw, same biceps, samesmirk.His hat is backward again. And those blue eyes? Yep. Still should be illegal.
And why wouldn’t he be? It was barely more than twenty-four hours ago that we were on top of each other.
My mouth opens. Closes. I forget how to speak English.
“Oh,” I say, clearing my throat. “Hi.”
“Oh,” he says, clearly fighting a smile. “Hi,” he imitates.
“Uh…everything okay here?” Jackson quips, looking between the two of us.
And then, of course, because God has a sense of humor, theburner starts smoking.
“Shit!” I yelp, spinning back around just as flames lick the edge of a rogue paper towel I must’ve set too close to the burner.
“Move!” Logan’s suddenly at my side, yanking open the oven and grabbing a towel to smother the tiny fire. He moves like he’s done this before. Calm. Efficient. Way too hot for someone putting out a literal emergency in my kitchen.
Jackson stares between us. “What the hell is going on?”
“Nothing,” I blurt. “That was…just a…sacrificial offering to the dinner gods. Totally intentional.”
Logan lets out a quiet snort.
Jackson’s eyebrows shoot up. “Okay. Why are you two acting so weird?”
“We’re not acting weird,” I say too fast. “You’re weird.”
“Wow,” Jackson mutters. “Excellent deflection.”
“I’m gonna—uh—just check on the, um, vibes.” I point vaguely toward the hallway and cough. “Be right back.”
Then I flee.
I shut the bathroom door and grip the counter, staring at myself in the mirror.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Okay. You are fine. You are cool. You are a grown-ass woman who had one night of unholy, mattress-denting sex with a stranger who just turned out to be your temporary roommate. This is fine. Everything’s fine.”
I turn on the faucet and splash water on my face.
Of course it’s him. Of course the universe hasjokes. Of all the baseball boys in all the cornfield towns in all of Iowa…it had to be Logan.
