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to think about my lack of makeup and my frumpy writer-wear. “Course I did. I helped write it.”
    “I changed up the chords at the bridge a little. Did you like it?”
    “No.” But something in my lame heart fluttered at the thought he still remembered the goofy song we wrote together. I mashed down the unwanted feelings. “Did you really come over here to get my input on a song we wrote in junior high?”
    He rested his chiseled forearms on the back of the chair. “No, I just hoped it would get me in the door.”
    “Mission accomplished.” I went over to the sink to put my dishes in the dishwasher. It was easier to keep my distance if I didn’t have to look at him. “Why are you here?”
    “I want you to come to the lake with me.”
    I spun around, baffled. “Why? I already told you how I feel. I’m not interested in giving you any more of my time.”
    He got up, coming a little closer. His voice softened, low and husky. “So let me give you some of mine .”
    My chest hurt. Between the sappy song and that deep growly whisper that reminded me of being naked in his arms, my body was betraying me. Heat blossomed in my belly, and my pulse thrummed. I struggled to control the situation and narrowed my eyes. “You can have anyone. Go harass someone else.”
    He chuckled, and instead of backing off, his crooked smile appeared, shaking my will. “Anna, no one else is you .”
    I shook my head, backing up a step until my butt hit the cabinet behind me. “I can’t do this again. Sorry.”
    He came a little closer. “This month is a blue moon.”
    “And that matters because…” I’d forgotten he ran hot. His body heat radiated right through my shirt, coaxing me, tempting me to touch him. His blue eyes pinned me in place.
    He took my hand. I should’ve jerked it away, but I didn’t move. “They only happen every few years, but it’s a second full moon in one month. Like a second chance.”
    For a moment I stopped breathing. My pulse raced. I took a step back, my hand slipping free from his. “For years, I dreamed you’d show up at my door. You’d explain what happened and beg for a second chance. And now you’re here…” I shook my head, turning toward the sink again to break the spell. “And I have to say no.”
    He came up next to me, but I didn’t let myself turn. “I’m not asking you to forgive me or take me back. I don’t deserve any of that.” He held his hand out. “Just hoping a friend might hike with me at the lake.”
    I stared at his hand and swallowed the desire he kindled inside. “And anything you tell me will be on the record.”
    He started to smile. “Always the journalist.”
    I risked a glance. “We aren’t friends anymore.”
    “Okay, be a reporter.” He sighed, lowering his hand. “I have nothing to hide.”
    Logan always was a horrible liar.
    …
    He waited in the kitchen while I got dressed and put my hair up. By the time I came out, the spectators had lost interest. I slid my phone in my pocket.
    “I’m ready.”
    Logan held up his guitar. “Can I stash this someplace?”
    “Sure.” I took it from him and propped it against my dresser in my bedroom.
    “Okay, I guess we’re set.”
    He opened the door, and I went out, locking it behind us and wondering what the hell was going on. I needed to keep my head. In the small space of his truck, there was no escaping his clean musky scent. Every breath lured me back into the past, when the handsome guy behind the wheel was mine. I was screwed.
    I opted for staring out the window.
    “Thanks for not leaving me to the wolves earlier. Sometimes I forget people recognize me.”
    “When you play a guitar and sing you sort of stand out.”
    “Well, I appreciate you letting me in today.”
    I shrugged. “Didn’t want my address to be all over Facebook in a ‘Logan Reynolds video sighting.’”
    “Jesus, do they seriously call it that?”
    I looked over at him before I could stop myself. “You honestly don’t know