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Capture Me Sneak Peek

He picked up the bouquet of roses and tossed them into the trash bin near the TV. Then, still holding his beer, he gathered what he needed and dropped them into his bag. He thought he was smarter than that. He had been certain he wouldn’t let emotions get in the way. She was just a girl. Just a stupid, naïve, pain-in-the-ass–

“What are you doing?” Startled, Logan spun towards the bathroom door, spilling his beer in the process. Foam poured over the top, running down his shirt and onto the floor. He set it down on the TV stand, shaking the droplets of booze from his fingers. Kass stood in front of him, dressed in Levi’s and a tank top, drying her brown hair between the folds of a towel. On her chest, where the top didn’t cover her skin, droplets of water clung to her skin. At first, he didn’t know what to say. He’d expected her to be long gone. And yet, here she was, standing in front of him. Still here.

And she was smiling.

“I thought you’d left,” he said. It was all he could think of to say as she dropped the towel onto the floor and ran her fingertips through her hair. Then she crossed the room, peering into the waste bin. She reached in and pulled the bouquet out.

“Who are these for?”

“Uh. I–” The words he couldn’t say felt heavy on his tongue. He picked up the bottle of beer and took a swig, wishing it was a flask of whiskey instead. Some liquid courage would serve him well right about now. He turned away from her. “You, I guess.”

She said nothing, only put her nose in the buds and smelled the flowers like it was the most natural thing in the world. Logan sat down on the bed and watched her, taken by the way she moved across the room, the way her hips sashayed and her wet hair clung to her cheeks.

“Are you going to offer me a beer?” she asked. Before he could respond, she leaned over him and reached for a Bud. She smelled only of hotel shampoo and soap, but it caught him off guard, anyway. His fingers twitched as he fought the urge to reach up and touch her skin. As she straightened up, he caught sight of her cleavage peeking through the top.

“Christ.” He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking the bottle out of her hand as he did so. Kass stared at him, taken aback.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Logan stared at her, eying her up and down, and then lifted the bottle in his hand and pointed it at her. “Why are you still here? Why haven’t you left?”

He watched her pop the cap off her beer and take a drink. She looked down at her hands, and her shoulders rose and fell slightly.

“I don’t know, Logan. I don’t have an answer for you.”

“Bullshit.” He set his beer down again, irritation boiling in his chest. “I gave you an out, Kass. I gave you an out, and you didn’t take it.” He crossed the room, taking her face in his hands. She met his eyes, but he couldn’t read the story behind the pain. “Why didn’t you leave?”

A tear appeared in the corner of one eye, and she tried to pull her head away, but he forced her to stand still.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I don’t know why I’m still here, Logan.” She yanked away from him with surprising strength and backed up. Her hands were trembling. She sat down on the edge of one of the beds, cradling the beer between her legs. Then she looked up, meeting his eyes once more. He saw the confliction in her expression, hidden behind the stillness of her face.

“I hoped you would have an answer for that.”