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bored.
    “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked appalled.
    “I’m just saying it’s been awhile since you’ve been with a guy and it’s obvious you’re attracted to him…so we’ll see.” She sipped her steaming cup of coffee, finger still tapping at her phone, but the corner of her mouth twitched with the faintest smile.
    I’ll show her.
    I could be around Logan and resist any charm he threw my way. Besides, he had given me no real reason to think he was interested in me. I imagined the women he seduced looked more like a plastic Barbie and less like a fresh-out-of-college teacher.
    No matter the amount of attraction and pure lust I felt toward Logan, I’d stand my ground. To protect not only my heart, which I knew would get hurt, but also because I felt I owed it to Oliver. He had a look that told me he needed people to look out for him. Between Oliver and my heart, I would never let either get hurt.

    For some unexplained reason, I found myself in my kitchen the moment I stepped inside my house.
    I spent the afternoon baking two dozen delectable muffins with fresh blueberries. Due to the broken air conditioner, every window in my house was opened. Today, it created a perfect breeze swirling with the aromas from my new oven. I was too cheap to get the air conditioner fixed, but it was another thing to buy top of the line kitchen appliances. It was heaven.
    After dinner, I placed all the muffins—minus the four I already ate and would regret the next time I slipped on my bikini—in a large basket I had stored in the spare bedroom.
    Walking across my yard—muffins in tow—and seeing the sun was beginning to set, I realized I’d lost track of time. Arranging that many muffins to create a picture-perfect display, took nearly as long as creating a flower arrangement and still, I knew it could have looked better. My Martha Stewart OCD was showing again, I blamed that on my grandmother.
    Glancing down at my watch, it read eight forty-five. Interrupting bedtime for Oliver had not been my plan but I was already here, and the muffins were deliciously fresh.
    “Just drop it,” Logan’s smooth voice called out.
    My head snapped up, my feet halting a stone’s throw from Logan’s front door, which was left cracked open.
    I knew his remark was not meant for me considering it was followed by a very feminine moan.
    “Don’t you have a bed in this giant house?” The woman giggled and I felt my gag reflex kick in.
    Time to abort my official ‘Welcome to the neighborhood mission.’
    Stepping back, I turned to tiptoe away from the open door but my focus was transfixed on getting out of there as quickly and quietly as possible, I didn’t see the black urn filled with dead flowers behind me.
    I bit my bottom lip, hard, but the crashing of the vase against the cement porch sent my nervous system into overdrive and all I could feel was the searing gaze of someone in front of me.
    “Cassandra,” Logan said, his eyes lit with amusement but his expression indifferent.
    My cheeks scorched and my palms dug into the rough handle of the basket.
    Why did my name sound so incredibly sexy rolling off his tongue? I shook my head once, blinking wildly to pull myself out of the trance his state of undress caused.
    He stood there under the porch light wearing a pair of light wash jeans with the top button popped open as well as his belt unbuckled. His long sleeve button-down shirt was rolled up to his elbows and hung completely open. I’d seen his bare chest before but with a crisp white shirt exposing just a teasing amount I stood mesmerized.
    I definitely interrupted someone tonight.
    The naughty thoughts that crept through my mind in record time both appalled and fascinated me, as did my body’s incredible reaction to them.
    Damn it. Pull yourself together Cassandra!
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…interrupt.” I stuttered, looking anywhere but at him.
    The woman, who I assumed was responsible for his nearly nude state, had