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like you are to me. I trusted her and I
don’t think I made a mistake doing that. The mistake I made was trusting the
people around her. I'd trusted them to be able to take her out and get her home
to me safely without anything happening. Well, something did happen. She
ended up fucking another man.”
    “But…that was her decision,” Charlotte answered. “Nobody forced her to do it, right? So, you really
can’t blame her friends. She made the decision to…”
    “Don’t argue with me,
Charlotte,” he interrupted with a heavy sigh. “It gives me a headache when you
argue with me.”
    “I’m not arguing. I’m
just…giving my opinion.”
    “You’re giving a
different opinion from mine. A difference of opinion, by definition, is an
argument, plain and simple. Therefore, you’re arguing with me.”
    Charlotte gave a little defeated
sigh. She couldn’t win against that point of view. It made everything she said sound
like an argument.
    “Anyway,” he continued.
“That was why I was a little agitated before, when you said you were going out
tomorrow.”
    “Because you don’t trust
my friends?” she asked.
    “No, no, it’s not your
friends so much. It’s the other people in the bar. The guys. They’re very
predatory and you're very attractive. They’ll see you and they'll want you. You
won’t be able to resist.”
    “Of course, I will. I
don't want anybody else, Logan. I have you,” she said calmly but firmly. “I’m
with you. Nothing’s going to change that. You don't need to feel insecure.”
    “Do me a favor, don’t
tell me what I need, Charlotte, okay?” he squeezed her hand then let go and
placed it back on the wheel, pulling up outside their house.
    “Things will be a lot
easier between us if you just let me know where you’re going.”
    “Well, sure. I will. I’ll
text you as soon as we make a decision.”
    “And please keep in touch
with me throughout the night?”
    “Of course.”
    “Alright,” he smiled,
obviously feeling a little more relaxed. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“And don’t wear anything provocative.”
    “When do I ever wear anything provocative?” she asked, as she undid her seatbelt and got out
the car.
    “What about the night we
met, hmm?” he asked. “You were asking for trouble by wearing that short skirt.”
    “That’s like saying that girls
who wear short skirts deserve to get raped,” she gave a little chuckle, trying
to keep her tone nice and light so he wouldn’t think she was arguing.
    “No, that’s not what I
mean. Of course not.” He locked up the car and walked around to the other side,
wrapping his arm around her waist as they approached the front door together.
    “I just don’t want you
inviting any unwarranted attention. You’re my precious baby, not anyone
else’s.”
    “Of course I am, Logan,”
she pouted, smiled and kissed his cheek.
    He grinned happily and
unlocked the door for them to enter.

Chapter 7
    The following day, knowing
Logan’s eyes were on her as she picked out clothes from their wardrobe, she
made sure to dress conservatively for work. He lounged in bed with his hands
behind his head, yawning and occasionally sitting up to take a sip of his
coffee. He'd made them both breakfast in bed, snuck out of the bedroom before
Charlotte was even awake.
    He'd been correct about
his cooking skills—they were excellent. She was surprised and pleased someone
like him, with some traditional views about male and female roles in relationships,
was perfectly happy to be the main cook in the household. Being quite lazy in
the kitchen herself, Charlotte was extremely pleased with the situation. She
also found it touching that he'd look after her so well, treating her like his princess as he sometimes referred to her.
    Logan’s job remained a
complete mystery to her. Every morning after sharing breakfast in bed, he'd be back
in bed by the time she left for work. These days, she always took a taxi
because Logan was too