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    About an hour after I emerged from the bathroom, showered, made-up, and with my hair done, Faith returned victorious with a cute, black, knee-length belted trench coat that looked amazing with the red dress I planned on wearing.
    “Are you ready for this?” Faith hugged me tight.
    “No, but I’m going anyway. Wish me luck?” My heart hammered in my chest.
    “You don't need it, honey. Go and knock his socks off!”
    I hopped in a cab and told the driver to take me to the McFadden building in Lower Manhattan. My heart was in my throat the entire drive. This was it; I was really going to do this.
    The McFadden building was huge, bigger than any of the buildings surrounding it. I knew Logan was rich; but seeing this, a building with his name on it, really made it sink in. The lobby was a hive of activity, people milling around everywhere. How was I even going to get to Logan? I didn’t know what floor he was on; and even if I did, would they let me through to see him?
    I walked to the directory, next to the elevator banks, and looked for his name. I scanned the entire list, but I didn’t see it or an Administrative Office. Well, crap, this threw a wrench into my plans.
    I found a seat in the lobby and tried to figure out what my next move should be. That’s when I saw him walking through the lobby, toward the elevators, with a group of men. God, he looked sexy as hell in a suit. Just as good as I remembered. My pulse sped up. I wanted to either cry or throw up. My nerves were going to be the death of me.
    I gathered my courage and stood up as they walked past. Now or never.
    “Logan?” I called to him. My voice stronger than what I felt on the inside.
    He stopped and turned around, a slightly annoyed expression on his face that quickly gave way to astonishment.
    “Excuse me, will you?” he said to the men with him and walked toward me.
    Oh God, was this the wrong choice? Was he pissed that I was here? I waited for him, unable to move from the spot I was planted in.
    “Come with me.” He took me by the arm and led me outside and into a limo that was parked on the street in front of the building.
    “I shouldn’t have come. I’m sorry I bothered you.” He obviously didn’t want to be seen with me and was sending me away. My heart sank.
    “Damn it, Grace,” he growled getting in behind me. “I’ve thought about you every day,” he murmured, as he pulled me onto his lap and claimed my mouth with his.
    “Every day?” I was breathless. Giddy.
    “Every damn day, Grace. How the hell did you even find me?” He hugged me tight against his chest, showering me with kisses.
    “I saw you in Forbes .” I pulled back a little so I could see his face.
    “Al, take us to my loft, please.” He pressed a button on the side panel.
    “Right away, sir,” a voice responded.
    “I thought you were a mirage yesterday,” he mumbled into my hair, holding me tight.
    “So, you did see me?” My insides were turning to mush with his words.
    “Of course I saw you, Kitten, I just thought I was imagining it. I’ve been thinking about nothing but you for days. I thought I was having a mental break.” He kissed my neck.
    The rest of the drive was spent lost in each other, both eager to reacquaint ourselves with each other’s body.
    Logan whisked me out of the car as soon as it stopped and we raced through the lobby to the elevator. He must have pushed the floor button a zillion times, willing the elevator to go faster. His keys were out in his hand and he practically dragged me down the hall to the door.
    “Too many clothes, Grace, I need to feel your skin against mine,” he said, tearing at the buttons on his shirt. “Are you still on the pill?”
    I nodded, not trusting my voice.
    I didn’t want fast, though, I wanted to enjoy this. Being with him, again, was like drinking a cold glass of water after wandering in the desert for months. I wanted to savor it, to savor him. I untied the belt on my coat and slipped it