They say when one door closes, another opens.
So make sure you end things with a bang. My last night in LA before moving across the country, I met a tall, blond god of a man. I wanted one evening of no-strings-attached fun, and he was happy to play along. All we shared were first names and a few hours of scorching pleasure. So when I show up at my new job and come face to face with my one-night stand? I'm so shocked, I pretend I don't remember him. It feels like the worst kind of cosmic joke. But Logan? Logan doesn't think it's funny at all. He's convinced I planned the whole thing. That I'm some scheming puck bunny trying to manipulate my way into his life. But I have custody of my thirteen-year-old brother, and Reed depends on me. So it doesn't matter how hot my night with Logan was, how our arguments turn into flirting, or how thick the tension grows between us. I can't risk this job for anyone or anything. I have serious responsibilities, and Logan is a typical playboy. Love may be a game to him, but it's one I can't afford to play.
