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They made love again and again, in the shower and on his love seat, but mostly in his big comfy bed, where she lay now watching the glow of dawn gradually replace the sparkling lights of the night.
They were still barely speaking, only a murmur here, a moan there, and Jinx was glad of that, because she did not want the outside world intruding. Whether it was Logan’s business or her family or her hardheaded brother or Portia or any mundane thing that might pierce her cloud of bliss or interfere with the wonder of having Logan in her arms.
When Jinx woke up she looked out at the bright buildings from her view high above the city. She had fallen asleep at dawn with Logan lying next to her on his stomach, his thigh touching hers, his arm across her waist. Yummy.
But the bed was empty now. The whole penthouse quiet.
She was not surprised. She knew Logan’s business came first, that he worked long hours and seldom took a day off. Yes, they had agreed on only one night, but that did not mean she couldn’t wish to wake up in his arms and do a little repeat of last night and maybe even share breakfast.
Oops. That would be lunch. The clock on his dresser read 12:23. Good thing she had arranged with Bailey and Elena, one of their sales staff, to cover for her at Bajinx for the whole day. She shuffled to the en suite bathroom and found clean towels laid out, presumably for her.
Logan’s bathroom was to die for—spacious with track lighting and counter space galore, plus a square tub that looked like it had a Jacuzzi function. She stepped into the brown-and-tan tiled walk-in shower with four showerheads. Perfect way to soothe her muscles that had gotten a nonstop workout last night.
Jinx smiled to herself, her hands moving the soap lather over her breasts and down her torso, as she recalled the feel of Logan’s hands, the weight and strength of his hard muscled body, the excitement of his hungry mouth all over her.
After drying herself off and getting her wild hair to obey, she noticed her outfit from last night was draped on the love seat in the bedroom. So sweet of Logan to do that so she did not have to wander to the living room where they had torn them off last night. The change of clothes she had brought from home was sitting in her travel bag in Jenna’s apartment. Oh well.
She glanced around to see if he had brought her purse to the bedroom, but it wasn’t there. So Jinx strolled out toward the main area, peeking in rooms along the hall as she went. Spare bedrooms and an office, a TV room and a workout room, each so neat and impeccably furnished.
The living room dining room area and the kitchen were flooded with sunlight and so airy she spread out her arms and turned around herself singing that old song from South Pacific where Nellie starts to wonder what it would be like to live in this man’s world.
“Stop it,” she said aloud, scolding herself. This was one night and who knew how Logan felt about it this morning? Or how they would manage her brother if they decided to continue seeing each other. And didn’t Logan say he was due in LA anyway?
Time to get back to earth. She grabbed her phone off the coffee table and checked for messages—everything seemed fine back on the home front. Then she texted Jenna about coming by for her things. She decided rather than invade Logan’s kitchen, she would grab coffee and a sandwich on her way there.
But where was her purse? Could she have left it at the club? No. She would not have her phone here if that were the case.
Would Logan have put it somewhere safe? Jinx went back to the bedroom to check for it, but it was not there. She started combing the rest of the penthouse, then remembered she had left it on a side table in the living area last night.
Her too-creative imagination going to town, she began to wonder if Logan inviting her here was merely a trap of some kind to get back at Victor who’d warned him to stay away from her. And the purse could be used to prove it. And she had gone willingly into the enemy’s arms.
But that would mean Logan was truly as underhanded and untrustworthy as her brother had insisted.
Confused and not sure what else to do, she found Logan’s private number in her phone from when he’d called her yesterday. She typed out an annoyed text saying nothing more than, WHERE IS MY PURSE? And hit send.
That was when she wandered into the kitchen and saw the handwritten note on the counter.
Jinx
Make yourself at home. Coffee on the side counter. I had some groceries delivered this morning thinking you might be hungry when you wake up. Do you still like granola with nuts? Thank you for agreeing to our “one night” of forgetting about the rest of the world and letting ourselves pretend things could have been different. Don’t worry. Victor will never know. Our paths will likely never cross again. I wish you much success and hope that you someday find a man good enough to deserve you, although I’m not sure one exists.
Logan
Jinx did not bother trying to hold back the tears that formed in her eyes. She sank to the floor, holding the note in her hand, and let herself have a good cry.
She had known it for years but was too afraid to admit it. Too wary of allowing even the possibility that it might be true.
Jinx knew Logan was it. Hell, she’d known it since Victor had first brought him home when she was a teen.
Logan was what she had been searching for.
The passionate high, that larger-than-life ecstasy she’d experienced when she was making love with him last night was the very thing she had wanted for so long but had been unable to find.
Well, she had finally found it.
Too bad the only man who could give that to her was the one she could never have.
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