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Do I want Logan’s opinion?
Yes. No. I don’t know!
I finally manage to nod. Logan steps closer, and I do my best not to spontaneously combust as he examines the dresses. Or what he can see of them, considering they’re layered over me. He reaches out, his fingers brushing the material of each dress in turn. He may not be touching me, but I swear I feel the brush of his fingertips everywhere.
“The pink,” Logan says finally, dropping his hand and stepping back.
“Why that one?” I ask, genuinely curious.
If I’m being honest, it’s my very favorite of the bunch. And not just because it’s my favorite color. I love the fitted bodice and the loose skirt that twirls around if I spin. It’s fun and sexy without being too much. Plus, it’s soft to the touch.
Logan’s smile is slow, and it toasts my insides like a marshmallow in front of a blowtorch. “Because pink is your favorite color,” he says. “Right?”
“Yes,” I manage, struck even more dumb by the fact that Logan knows this.
“So, choose the pink. You’ll feel good wearing what makes you happy.”
“Pink it is.”
I’m still trying to recover from this whole encounter when I realize something.
He’s standing outside my apartment door, which shouldn’t be possible. Mia’s the only one besides me who has keys to both sets of doors: the one downstairs that sticks and my actual apartment door.
“Wait—how’d you get in?”
Logan pulls a set of keys from the pocket of his track pants and jangles them in front of me. “I used my key.”
“You have a key?”
While I watch, still trying to puzzle through this conundrum, Logan turns to the door just next to mine—the one I’m just now realizing no longer sports theFor Leasesign. Which I always thought was dumb anyway, considering no one could wander in off the street to see it.
Logan turns a key in the lock. The door swings open, and Logan waves an arm toward the empty apartment.
“Surprise! I’m your new neighbor. Feel free to bring by freshly baked cookies as a welcome gift. I prefer chocolate chip. No nuts.”
Only then do I notice the bags behind Logan.
Bags. Keys.Neighbor?
Before I can pass out from shock, the door downstairs opens, and Mia walks inside. She pauses, eyebrows shooting up when she spots Logan. Then she takes me in, still draped in dresses.
“Looks like I’m late to the party,” Mia says, starting up the stairs.
“Logan’s moving in next door,” I say slowly, my voice sounding more than a little shell-shocked.
Mia’s grin turns wicked as she reaches the landing, pausing to look between the two open apartment doors. “Is he now?”
“He is,” Logan says, hoisting two of his duffel bags up and tosses them inside his apartment. “Though his furniture won’t be delivered until later this week.”
“You’re serious?” I ask, peering around him to scope out the apartment that appears to be a mirror image of mine, only facing the back rather than Maple Street.
“I didn’t like staying at the hotel,” he says. “No privacy. Felix let me crash temporarily, but I need my space. Plus, I like the location. And the neighbors.”
Mia’s grin could rival that of the Grinch, looking down over Whoville on Christmas Eve. “How convenient. Y’all could carpool to work and everything. Anytime you need to borrow a cup of sugar, you can just walk right next door.”
I meet Logan’s amused green eyes. He holds my gaze, and I swear, my knees wobble.
“I do often find myself in need of sugar,” he says, and how does this manage to sound so incredibly flirtatious?
