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my mistake, and I made a promise that it would never happen again.”

      And by “crossed a line” of course he meant that he’d given her the greatest night in her very sheltered existence. The moment Logan had walked into her father’s office as a damaged, angry twenty-two-year-old, she’d been in love. Her sixteen-year-old self had fallen hard and fast.

      But Logan had been Mr. Morals when it came to her—except for that one night. But then he’d moved on so quickly that she’d gotten whiplash from it.

      “We had sex, Logan. You make it sound like you forced me.” She pushed her food away, her stomach twisting itself into knots. “I wanted it. God, how I wanted it—”

      * * *

      “STOP.” HE HELD up a hand like she was some misbehaving toddler and instantly regretted it.

      But hearing her talk about how she’d wanted him was more than he could take. It was more than his resolve could take. Walking out of Addison’s apartment the morning after they’d been together had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. Ignoring her hurt had damn near killed him. But it had been the right thing to do. Because he’d promised her father he would care for her.

      Not fuck her.

      Fire flashed in her dark eyes. “Am I that hideous that you can’t even stand being reminded of what we did?”

      Hideous? “You’re out of your mind if you think I wasn’t right there with you.”

      “Then why did you run out of there like a bat out of hell the next morning?” Her hands twisted in her lap.

      The red lacquer on her nails glinted in the light. It was the only remaining sign of the hyperpolished image she presented at the office. She must have changed for the drive—gone were the sexy heels and stockings, gone were the pearl earrings and the tight skirt. Instead, she wore a pair of soft jeans that hugged her small hips and long legs. A loose white T-shirt revealed a hint of a pink bra beneath.

      Addison had a thing for lingerie, and now so did he.

      Before her, he’d been happy to have a girl as she’d been made—without a stitch of clothing. But Addison had taught him to appreciate lace and silk and those damn fiddly clasps that held her stockings up. All in one night, she’d changed him. Changed what he liked, what he craved.

      What he wanted for his future.

      “It was a mistake,” he said, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat.

      It was the best mistake he’d ever made.

      “Why?” she demanded. “We were two consenting adults. We used protection and we didn’t do it in public. Our having sex hardly threw the world off its axis.”

      Except it did—his world, anyway. “You’re like family to me—”

      “Oh, spare me.” She pushed up from her chair. “We’re not related, thank God.”

      What the hell was he supposed to say? That he walked away because he was terrified of screwing things up? Or that something might happen to her and that he’d flip out and lose his grip on reality? Again.

      Or that when he was with her he couldn’t seem to control himself and that scared the hell out of him?

      “The reason I walked away had nothing to do with my attraction to you.” He rolled his shoulders back and tried to dispel the tension in his limbs. “That wasn’t a factor.”

      “So you were attracted to me?”

      He cleared his throat. “Of course I was.”

      “It wasn’t a pity fuck? You know, because of...” She blinked and straightened her shoulders. “Because Dad had just died.”

      He gritted his teeth and tried to keep his voice at an appropriate volume. “No.”

      “Are you still attracted to me?” She stepped forward.

      It was too much: her messy blond hair, the wine on her lips. The hungry look in her eyes.

      “I’m not answering that.”

      She stepped closer again and now he could smell the faint remains of perfume on her skin. Chanel No. 5. He’d bought her a bottle for her birthday. Damn expensive crap that smelled like old ladies in the bottle but transformed into heaven on her skin.

      “Why not?”

      “Because that’s not why I’m here.”

      “Right, I forgot. You’re playing bodyguard.” She rolled her eyes. “You know I always did have a thing for role-playing.”

      Tension snapped in the air between them and she seemed about to say more, but she simply shook her head and turned back to the table. Plates clattered as she cleared up their abandoned meal.

      “One day you’ll push me away hard enough that I won’t come back,” she said quietly.

      “What’s that supposed to mean?” His stomach knotted as a sense of foreboding fell over him.

      “I’m just saying that it won’t always be like this. Change happens and I might not always be around.”

      Change. A dirty fucking word as far as he was concerned. Change always meant pain; it always meant loss. And loss meant destruction.

      “I don’t want things to change.”

      “We don’t always get what we want, now do we?” she said, not looking at him. “Anyway, you’ll need to make up the bed in one of the spare rooms. I was going to do that over the weekend. You remember where the sheets are?”

      “Yeah.”

      “I’ll see you in the morning.”

      He’d been dismissed, apparently. By trying to do the right thing, he’d screwed up again. It seemed to be his lot in life.

      “Probably for the best,” he muttered to himself.

      He wasn’t cut out to care about people, because loss was inevitable and it turned him into a wild beast. Losing his mother had ended his military career, losing Daniel had sent him straight into Addison’s arms, and if he lost her...who the hell knew what he’d do.

      But that didn’t mean he didn’t want her. Far from it. He just knew that he couldn’t act on his desires.

       4

      LOGAN SET HIMSELF up on the couch with his laptop and a cup of decaf. He was far too wired to sleep, and his vantage point allowed him to watch the thin beam of light from under Addison’s bedroom door. Every so often a shadow flickered, telling him she was unpacking and setting up her room.

      Being run off the road wasn’t enough to deter her from organizing every little thing the way she liked it.

      He smiled to himself. She’d always been that way—needing to have everything just so. Teenage Addison had been a straight-A student with neat-freak tendencies. She used to visit her dad at the office after school and would happily spend hours reorganizing his filing system and making sure the staff kitchen was clean and tidy. Logan had always pretended not to notice her, of course.

      Daniel had once told him that Addison developed her organizational habits after her mother died. A sense of order in her physical environment had helped her sift through the pain and confusion in her head, apparently. Her father had encouraged her to take those skills and turn them into a fruitful career, which she had. Addison was the reason Cobalt & Dane had been able to grow as a company. Without her, they’d still be a couple of scruffy guys too focused on the security side of things to get the rent paid.

      He envied her ability to turn her loss into something useful. His pain never seemed to cause anything but pure destruction.

      Sighing,

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