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sandwiches and get to work. “It’s a little early for sandwiches but that’s all I have.”
    “We have pie.”
    I look at the half eaten pie, and smile. “Yes, we do. I was thinking about going into town and stocking up. Would you like to tag along?”
    “Sure.”
     

     
    We go to town, stock up on groceries, liquor, and yes… condoms. We laugh when we bump into each other in the Personal Care aisle. It was good to know he didn’t have a warehouse-sized package of condoms stuffed in his duffle. It’s not what I expected from a player. Maybe it’s like Jules said, you can’t believe everything you read online. That said; I’m pretty sure Logan Romano is a big-time player. Maybe he’s been taking a hiatus or maybe he’s not telling me the truth about Janet, and he’s nursing a broken heart. Whatever his story is, he’s not the open book he claims to be. He’s holding back, he has secrets. Well, hello Sam. So are you and so do you.
    When we get back from the market, he starts up the grill and I make a salad. We work well together; make a good team. It’s odd and unusual for me to feel so… comfortable with someone I just met. I’m drawn to Logan, and more than just sexually. There’s something about him that makes me feel… protected and prized.
    He flips the steaks on the grill and I hand him two fingers of Mossrock, the new Grant signature scotch.
    He tilts his head, half closing his eyes as he faces the sun. “Didn’t take you for a scotch drinker.”
    “I’m half Scot.”
    We tap glasses. He takes a sip and smiles. “Wow. That’s good, smooth. I’m pretty sure you didn’t find that at the local liquor store.”
    “No. I brought it with me.”
    I tap his glass. “To you, Logan Romano. I hope whatever your future entails, that it’s fulfilling and grand.”
    He lifts his brow a couple of times. “I can guarantee your near future will be full - feeling. ”
    I flush.
    He smirks. “I made you blush, angel.”
    “You sure did. I’m going to make a salad.” A friggin’ salad you’ve already made, Samantha. As I walk back into the house, he laughs.
    I shake my head, thinking about the three boxes of condoms we purchased. Will three boxes be enough? Smiling to myself, I finish setting the table. A few minutes later, Logan brings in the steaks; I pour the wine, and we sit across from each other.
    We fill our plates and I take a sip of wine.
    He stops eating and stares at me.
    I swallow. “What?”
    “The way you taste your wine. So damn sexy.”
    I feel myself blushing, again. What the hell is wrong with me? You know what’s wrong, Ms. Grant. You’ve got feelings for the man. And there was that small incident at the market, the one where you were being hopeful and picked up the large, textured-for-her-pleasure box of condoms. Then he came along, grinned like an idiot, taking it out of your hand and replacing it with a box of extra-extra large, (maximum-man) lubed and bare-feeling for-your-mutual-pleasure condoms. You so hope he’s not being… well, overachieving. And you so pray he fills them… to the max.
    “Sam, you’re killing me.”
    I swallow my second sip. “Sorry, it’s not intentional.” Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that.
    He finishes chewing his bite of steak. “My dick is rock solid right now,” he tells me, matter-of-factly.
    I lick my lips and take another sip of wine. And my pussy is weeping.
    “Dang, girl. I’m not going to make it through dinner if you keep doing that.”
    I grin and take one more sip. As I intentionally hold it against my palate, I look into dark brown eyes. Eyes filled with wonder, lust, and pain, eyes that look older than the man who houses them. He licks his lips, his pupils dilated, turning brown eyes nearly black.
    I swallow. You’re in so much trouble, Samantha.
    He puts his fork down and stands. “Angel?”
    I set my glass down. “Logan.”
    Two seconds later, I’m lifted out of my chair and pressed up against the wall. Big,