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What was Logan doing?

How did he know she’d be there again?

Was he following her?

Was he a danger?

He was cuffed to a bed How er could he be?

Pizza-guy frowned and crossed his ar? Now?”

Oh shit, he wasn’t happy She had a split-second to choose between three options Stand there and try to pacify pizza-guy Make a run for it and hope to reach her car before a pissed off pizza-guy caught up with her

Or slip into the room

Where a possibly crazy stalker aiting to fuck her

Mouth in a thin line, pizza-guy took an aggressive step toward her

Decision made

“I’m sorry,” she rushed out as she shoved the key card back in the slot “I really do need to lie down” Maybe on top of the really sexy man in the bed

With that, she used both hands to shove the door open a foot, ducked in the roo her back against it One loud s, but then the heavy plod of pizza-guy’s footsteps faded as he left

Her gaze an’s

“That fucking dress” Logan said shaking his head as his heated gaze traced her curves

She did a little visual assessment herself Jesus, he was buck naked and sprawled on her bed, having soed himself exactly as she’d done last week

And had she mentioned he was naked? Naked and very buff with a s abs, a few scattered tattoos, and—

Oh, my God