“Yeah. There’s definitely a vibe going on here.” He points back and forth between the two of us. “You’re telling me you don’t feel it?”
I step forward. “Listen. That was one night. An exception. And it’s not happening again.”
His expression steadies on me, head tilting slightly like he’s studying something interesting.
“There’s no vibe here,” I add quickly, my stomach clenching. “That was a one-and-done.”
His mouth twitches, and he raises his eyebrows. “No vibe.”
“You’re saying you didn’t…like the vibe?” he asks, insinuating, his voice lowered.
“As mybrothersaid, please be a respectful guest. Thank you for your time. Your room is upstairs.”
“Cass, look, I?—”
“It’s Cassie. I’ll also accept Miss Knox.”
His grin flattens. “You really want to play pretend? Like nothing happened.”
“There’s no playing pretend, because there is nothing—was nothing—going on here.” I shake my head. “I’m going outside for a moment. For some alone time. Thanks.”
A half hour or so later, I’m back inside and Logan comes downstairs from where he was bringing his things up to his room.
“Need some help with the cleanup?” he asks.
“This place doesn’t have a dishwasher, actually. You know how these old houses are.”
“So that’s a yes.”
“Are you…always this helpful?”
“Well, I’m your future husband. So yes.”
I roll my eyes. “There’s no chance of that, just so you know.”
“Why not?”
“For many, many reasons.”
“Please, enlighten me. You…don’t want to start a relationship on the basis of mind-blowing sex?”
“I know your type. I have three athlete brothers. Remember? They weren’t exactly the settling down type for a very long time.”
“Well, when I know what I want, I know. If you need a slow burn starting now, I can do that.”
“We literally met not even three days ago. It was one night. Get a grip.”
I turn toward the sink, trying to ignore how close he’s standing. And how he smells like cedar soap and trouble.
He steps beside me, sleeves pushed up, forearms casually flexed as he grabs a plate. “One very memorable night.”
I huff, rinsing a glass like it personally offended me. “Let it go.”
“Oh, I have,” he says. “Totally. Fully. Completely.”
I glance at him.
He’s smirking.
