her face. “I’d rather spend my time writing songs. Talking about myself and my music seems…” I reached over and clicked the pause button. “I can’t do this.”
She clucked her tongue. “Wow. My bet was you’d bolt after five minutes. Never dreamed you wouldn’t make it through the first question. I should’ve known.” She closed her laptop, catching me off guard. My eyes met hers before I could stop myself. “Have a nice life, Logan.”
Suddenly she shook her head, a crease marring her smooth brow. “No. You know what? Don’t. I have no clue what happened to my best friend, the one who played with me on the playground when no one else would. But this Logan…” She gestured from my shoes on up. “This Logan can kiss my ass.”
She got up, and I put myself between her and the exit, jamming my hands in my pockets to keep from touching her. “Anna, wait.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t call me that.”
“I’ll do the interview. I just need to tell you something first.”
“Fine.” She set her computer bag back on the table.
“You have every right to hate me.” My fingers twitched in my jeans. “Please believe me, I’d tell you everything if I could.”
“Spare me.” She groaned, balling her hands into fists. “What did I ever do to you?”
I shook my head. “It’s…God…you…I just…” My fucking heart was tearing in two. “I just can’t be with you. It’s not you, Anna. It’s me.” My voice dropped to a raw whisper. “And knowing that kills me. It’s easier if…I don’t see you.”
“You’re just going to leave it at ‘it’s me, not you’? Seriously?” She crossed her arms, her dark eyes shining with tears I didn’t want to notice. “You’re such a self-centered jerk. Do my feelings or my dreams matter at all, or is this all about you?”
I frowned. “Jesus, Anna, since the first day we met I wanted your dreams to come true.”
“Stop calling me that. I’m not your lover or your girlfriend. We’re not even friends anymore. My name is Vivianna Lopez. In fact, you can call me Ms. Lopez.”
There was the fire that first drew me to her.
Even though I didn’t start shifting until I was seventeen, Luke and I always stood out. We were first picked on sports teams, and most kids wanted to be with us. They were probably scared to be against us.
But not Anna. She played alone, worked alone, and she was the first girl I’d ever been nervous to meet. She had passion and drive, and no apparent interest in me. She confused me and intrigued me all at once.
She still did.
An unexpected smile tugged at my lips. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Dead serious in fact.”
I crossed my arms. “Fine. I’m going to get a glass of water. Can I interest you in one, Ms. Lopez?”
She took her seat at the table. “That’d be nice. Thank you.”
Nice? Claiming her lips again would be nice. Sliding my hands up her body would be nice. Shit. I opened the cupboard, forcing back the thoughts before I had a raging erection. No woman had ever turned me on like Anna…Ms. Lopez. I rolled my eyes and filled the glasses.
When I brought them to the table, she had her equipment all set up once more. She looked at me. “Ready to try again?”
Oh shit, was I ever.
Chapter Four
Vivianna
Logan leaned over me to set the glass of water down. I’d forgotten how great he smelled. Gnawing at my lower lip, I struggled to stay indifferent. I was a professional, not one of his obsessed fans. Over the years, I’d envisioned what I would say to him if I ever got the chance.
Asking about his next album wasn’t even remotely on that list.
“I’m still writing the last few songs, but we’re hoping to have it all finished by the beginning of the year.”
I took a sip of the water. “Fans of your music claim you’re a gifted lyricist, pulling out the pain and pouring it into a melody. What inspires your songwriting?”
He shrugged. “My emotions, mostly, I