My heart lifted, and a matching grin curved my lips. He wanted to see me again. Maybe he really did like me after all. I felt like doing a happy dance, but of course, I was way too cool for that. I'd at least wait until I got back to my hotel room, alone, where no one would see.

Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.” “Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows. There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter. “Shut up, idiot.

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.