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“Something like that,” Logan answered.
“Who with this time?”
Logan shrugged but didn’t answer.
“Guess he’s not telling.” Matthew glanced at his watch. “It’s barely past noon on a Sunday, bro. That has to be a new record for you.”
Haley stopped and faced her husband. “Jealous of all that freedom?”
“No way. Not me.” Matthew held his hands up in a defensive pose.
“Good answer,” Haley said with a grin.
Caroline told herself she wasn’t jealous, either. Not of Logan’s hopping social calendar. Certainly not of the woman who would be spending the afternoon with Logan, though she was curious about this mystery woman. Knowing Logan, she was probably beautiful. And equally empty-headed.
No, Caroline definitely wasn’t jealous. But disappointed? She shouldn’t care one way or another whether Logan spent the afternoon with her—um…their families, but she did. Her excuse that she only wanted them all to be together didn’t hold water, either.
How could she admit that she wanted to spend more time with Logan Warren? Even if she were in the market for a relationship, which she wasn’t, Logan was about the last man on earth she should choose, and yet something was drawing her to him.
Something that needed to be stopped. This was a recipe for disaster, especially with the two of them trying to work together. It didn’t matter how handsome he looked when those dimples popped or how he made her laugh with his clever repartee. She was a strong, independent woman—not some hopeless romantic. She had to admit she was attracted to Logan, but she planned to get over it right now.
Logan set his helmet on his motorcycle and threw his head back, closing his eyes and breathing in the earthy scent of southern Indiana. Though Boyton County State Park was more crowded than he preferred with holiday picnickers and the air was tinged with the scent of barbecue grills, serenity still flooded Logan’s veins.
Even the twenty-minute ride out to the park on his Harley hadn’t made him feel so at peace. He didn’t need people in this place, could be alone without feeling lonely. He was at home.
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