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In the suite’s living room, I sat on a couch with my back straight and my
hands in my lap. The exterior walls overlooked the landscape, and the
interior walls were decorated with original art. The cushions were plush and
luxurious.
I felt like a tourist, but this was my life now.
Logan and I were nothing more than business partners, but the feelings I
wasn’t supposed to have were hurt by his insensitivity. He owed me
nothing. Not trust in my judgment. Not respect for my decisions or love for
the people I cared about.
And I owed him nothing. He was from another universe, where the law
was a friend and a judge would work on a Saturday just because he’d asked.
He and I had been born on the same planet, but I’d been kicked off early
enough to know it wasn’t the only one in the solar system.
I couldn’t bridge the space between our worlds.
Logan came out of the bathroom in sweatpants. Bare feet. No shirt.
I’d spread my legs for him before seeing the full glory of his body.
“There’s breakfast tomorrow with everyone,” he said. “We’ll brief
beforehand.”
I wanted to say more, but I had no idea what I wanted to tell him.
“Look,” he said, ready to start some speech he’d obviously prepared in
the bathroom. As beautiful and strong as his shoulders were, they seemed
unable to handle his burden. “About what happened in the gara—”
“I want valid things, Logan Crowne,” I said. “I need this deal. So don’t
try to divorce me because they’re not your things.”