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Chapter Twenty-Two

Logan

Ilock the door for our private conversation. What I have to tell her will rob her of that smile I’ve missed for weeks, the one she’s giving to him. “You looking forward to New York, Logan? Are you as excited as I am?” She straddles my chair backwards. On a shrug she doesn’t know is sexy, Samantha asks, “And a little scared?”

“What are you afraid of?” I take a couple steps closer. With her looking up at me like this it’s easy to imagine my pants down, her hands around my cock. Perfect height. Maybe if I’d said something earlier, made a move, kissed her without warning, Asher wouldn’t be taking the place I was meant for in her life. We could be in here celebrating, about to travel with a show, maybe go around the world after that, if we were lucky.

“What am I afraid of? New place. Never been. All that jazz.”

We both break into the famous chorus, “And all that jazz.”

She grins, but I frown. Our recent dynamic. I hate it. “I went once when I was a kid. My parents took me to see Lion King. There are a lot of people and even more buildings. Can’t see the sky most ways you look. But I was twelve.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“I loved it.”

She laughs, “I can’t wait.” Her beautiful brown eyes darken. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Something on your mind?”

“No.”

“It looks like you just had a—”

“There’s nothing on my mind, Logan.” She pauses, hugging the back of the chair, long eyelashes dropping. “Just wondering what’s up.” Throwing me a fake smile she asks, “Been a while since you wanted to talk to me.”

I always want to talk to you. That’s my torture.

I walk to Alfredo’s mirror and hold her look in the reflection as I begin, “How well do you know Asher?”

Slow and measured, she replies, “I’m getting to know him, why?”

“You love him?”

A blush rises and she looks away. “Why does it feel weird to talk with you about this?”

Because we’re supposed to be more than friends, in a perfect world. But the world is shit. “Because you know I think he’s—”

“Logan, just stop,” she sighs. “This is why I haven’t talked to you about him. You think I could with you acting like Hope?”

“At least you know where she stands.”

Samantha gapes at me. “You’ve never defended your sister’s cynicism before.”

“First for everything.”

“I’m not insulting your family, I was just stating a fact. Don’t get all defensive.”

I swoop down in front of where she sits, grab the back of her chair, and get down on one knee before her. “What if I told you that he might have dropped Marion on purpose so you’d get the part?”

Samantha blinks at me, a haunted look seeping in. “Logan, that’s not funny.”

“Am I laughing? Am I laughing, Sam?”

She leaps out of the chair and paces in a frantic circle. “I can’t believe you just said that. Do you know how evil he would have to be?”

I hold out my hands to show her I’ve only truth to offer. “I didn’t want to believe it either.”