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LOGAN

For no less than five minutes, I’d been the object of Ashley’s hawklike gaze.

I’d just gotten back from Alex’s celebratory dinner and I hoped she wasn't staring at me because she could sense another woman’s scent on me. Against my will, I’d rid myself of Scarlett’s scent as soon as we walked out of the restroom, but Ashley had a way of sensing that I was being insincere by simply reading my body language.

I was being as unsuspicious as possible as I got out of my suit and into a sleepwear, but the foremost thought in the back of my mind was how badly I’d have loved to leave Scarlett’s scent on my clothes so I could bask in it for as long as I pleased.

I fought back the sigh that threatened to leave my lips at the thought and turned to face Ashley.

“Come on, let’s go to bed, we’ve both had a tiring day,” I started to pull the duvet lower to climb into bed as I spoke.

From the pointed look she had trained on me, I knew she wasn't ready to call it a night yet. I could see a million