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face grew hotter and without a doubt redder. Oh God .
    I ripped out my earbuds with trembling hands and threw them over my shoulder picking up my pace, trying to not collapse from humiliation. The memory of stopping to tie my shoes shortly after leaving the house hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut. After double knotting my laces like a child, I stood and…those damn shorts.
    I blew out a ragged breath and bit hard into my bottom lip recalling the moment I stood up, shorts riding up my rear, and pulled them free.
    Kill me now . I wanted so badly for the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
    I had to force myself to believe he had yet to hit the pavement behind me when that happened. The thought of him watching me remove a wedgie from my ass was too much to bear.
    That was it. Not only did a flawless, confident beauty already have him, I was the dork that danced over puddles and wore shorts so small they had to be physically removed from my rear.
    Yeah, I nodded my head, no need to worry about impressing him now.
    Dear Lord, why did I have to wear this outfit today? I cringed, jogging faster and glancing down at my skintight shorts. They were faded blue with a pink stripe down each side. My mother bought them when I joined track in high school…my freshman year. My halter top was nothing more than a grey sports bra, shrunk from multiple trips to the laundry room, and showing off more than I intended on letting anyone around here see.
    It was a rare occasion someone traveled this road especially at this hour. That was until his moving truck nearly ran me and Hilary down and now this.
    I was pulled from my self-deprecating chastisement when I heard him clear his throat. Oh no. I looked to my left and there he was, in step beside me.
    “Um, hi.” I sighed at my lack of poise. Stuttering was not my usual conversation starter but since we were both already aware of how giant an idiot I’ve acted thus far this morning, I shook it off.
    He was staring at me with a crooked smile, as his gaze shifted shamelessly down to my chest.
    I made a face that I was certain he caught and pulled up my top, hoping to hide the cleavage spilling out, capturing his attention.
    He said nothing, but I caught the glimpse of humor in his eyes before he looked straight out at the empty road ahead of us.
    It was the sexiest laugh I‘d ever heard. Rolling my eyes, I continued my brisk pace, keeping my gaze ahead of me.
    Okay, it wasn’t that sexy.
    Trying to ignore the feelings creeping through my body proved difficult. Every muscle worked overtime trying to keep my pace while making sure my figure appeared attractive as possible.
    Give it up. He’s married . A giant puff of air was pushed from my lungs when I laughed, relaxing. I was acting crazy. Attractive or not I’d never been one to get all insecure over a guy and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.
    “Do you always run this early…?”
    “Cassandra,” I said, answering the unasked question.
    His lips pulled up in a ghost of a smile. “I’m Logan.”
    Finally, a name. Shifting my gaze to his hands moving in rhythm with his legs, I spotted an empty ring finger.
    “So?” he said, waiting.
    “Hmm?” I was at a loss. What the hell was he asking now? Why couldn’t we run in peace? It was bad enough having him look damn near lickable, so close beside me.
    “Do you run every day this early? You’re in great shape.” His gaze wandered down my body, lingering on my legs and then back up, grinning. “Very nice shape,” he repeated in a gruff murmur.
    I swallowed, blinking wildly, and looked down at me feet. Keep them moving, one in front of the other, I reminded myself.
    He’s nobody special.
    “Yeah. Every morning.” I needed to get a grip, but the look in his eyes every time I glanced in his direction was absolutely mesmerizing.
    I would have sworn if I didn’t know any better, he was planning on snatching me up and devouring me in one giant bite. That look