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off,” I said, deadpan. “Tell me, Candi, do I look all right?”
    “Uh, yeah. I’d do you.”
    I snorted, “You’re disgusting.”
    “You love me.”
    Rolling my eyes, I walked into my bathroom and put on some perfume. “It’s true.”
    Just then there was a knock on the door. Candice squealed, did her little happy clap, and left my room. I took everything I would need out of my monster of a purse and threw it in the dark green clutch Candice had dropped on my bed as well. With one last breath and look in the mirror, I stepped out into the living room and tripped over myself when I saw them. My hand shot out to the wall to keep myself somewhat vertical, and both guys standing near the door with Candice took a step toward me with eyes wide and arms out. Like they could catch me from over twenty feet away.
    This is not happening.
    “Wow, smooth, Rach.” Candice sighed and shook her head.
    When I righted myself, I tried to keep my eyes on the ground or anywhere but on him. But of course I found myself locked in his steely gaze. Recognition flashed in them and that stupid smirk crossed his face.
    “Guys, this is my roommate and best friend, Rachel. Rachel, this is Mason and Logan.”
    Swallowing the last of my pride, I walked over to them, this time without any incident, and reached out to shake their hands. They looked a lot alike. Both were tall—still a few inches taller than me even with those heels on—tan, and had dark just-got-out-of-bed hair. The one standing closest to Candice, who reintroduced himself as Mason, had arms so massive, I swear the sleeves of his shirt were about to tear from how much they were stretching against the bulging muscles. To be honest, they were kind of frightening. He had tribal tattoos coming down both arms, stopping halfway down; a killer smile; and dominating eyes. But then he picked me up in a big bear hug, and all freaky thoughts of him melted away. Massive teddy bear.
    I laughed and pushed away from him when he set me back down, and I turned my narrowed eyes on the guy standing next to him. “I like the name Logan. You should stick with it. It sounds much better than Kash.”
    Mason snorted and Candice groaned into her hand before gasping and pointing at me. “Wait! You know him?”
    “Yeah, he tried to take my car door off this afternoon when I got back.”
    Kash . . . Logan—whatever his name was—stopped sucking on his lip ring and I had the strangest urge to take over that lovely task for him. “You know, we could always turn that around and say you tried to ruin my bike.”
    “You pulled into the spot way too fast, and I’d been opening my door!”
    “Fast? Sweetheart, I promise I wasn’t going fast, and I’d already been turning in before you opened your door. It’s not my fault you threw your door open.”
    “I did not throw my door open! And don’t call me sweetheart. You don’t know me.”
    “Uh, Rach. You do kinda throw your door open.”
    “Candice.” I turned to look at her and gave her a Whose side are you on? look. “So not helping right now!”
    “So,” Mason said loudly, and clapped his hands, “I’m starving. We going?”
    Just as I was about to say I was going to stay home, and actually mean it this time, Candice grabbed my hand and walked me toward the door. “Yep!”
    I turned, waiting for Logan to exit the apartment so I could lock the door, and found him directly in front of me. I inhaled sharply, and his eyes slowly worked their way down my body and back up. When his liquid-steel eyes met mine, I swear I shivered and my skin was instantly covered with goose bumps. That stupid smirk came back and I narrowed my eyes at him as I tried to ignore the way my heart was pounding.
    Calm down, Rachel. He’s annoying, and he’s not even cute. Those eyes do not put you in a daze, that smile does not pierce you to the floor. You do not want to bite down on that ring on the left side of his bottom lip. You do not want to rip his shirt off