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hours. Honestly, I enjoy it. It makes the day fly by and it helps to miss Jess’ crappy reality TV that she so loves to torture me with.
    “Hi,” a deep baritone voice says behind me, yanking me from my revisit of my meeting.
    I yelp, jerking toward the voice. I’m taken aback by his light brown surfer style hair and the sincerity swelling in his golden brown eyes.
    “I’m sorry,” he chuckles throwing his hands up in a surrender. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
    “Hi! No, well…yes you did,” I stammer holding my heart in my chest.
    “I couldn’t help but notice you look in deep concentration ‘bout something. And for a lady as pretty as you, I’d rather see you smile. I’m Logan,” he says holding his hand out.
    “Sam,” I say and take his firm, strong handshake.
    “Would you like another beer?” He considers my half empty beer.
    “Mmm…let’s see how your company is first.” I’d hate for him to buy me a beer and find out he’s no fun to talk to.
    “Ok.” He narrows his eyes, accepting my challenge, “Do you work around here, Sam?”
    “Yes. I work at Weston just down the street. Let me guess what you do.” My eyes fall to his scuffed boots and back up to his eyes. “By the looks of the dirt, worn jeans, dark tan, hard lines, muscles and shit eating grin, I’m assuming you’re a construction worker.”
    You can spot construction workers around here for miles. They all look the same. The sun has beaten them down, the rain has soaked their skin, and their boots beg for mercy.
    “I don’t exactly push papers around.” He smirks, taking a drink of his dark liquor.
    “I enjoy pushing papers around. The biggest risk I have is a paper cut, not a beam falling on top of my head. The best part, I get to send orders to bosses of construction workers.” I’m feeling presumptuous testing his intentions. I’m not some bimbo he’s going to take home with just a simple hello.
    “So how did you manage that fancy job at Weston?”
    “To be honest, my best friend works there. She pulled some strings and here I am.”
    “Friends in high places, that’s always helpful. I’d say you would’ve gotten the job without her help. No one could turn down a pretty face.”
    “You’re telling me I can come work with you?” Yeah right. I wouldn’t last a day out in the elements.
    His laugh booms over the song playing through the speakers above the bar, “Touché, Sam.” He raises his glass sending a cheers, and I can’t help but smile like a smitten idiot at his ease of defeat.
    I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, “I think I could use another beer.”
    “I guess this means my company’s tolerable?”
    He motions to the bartender, his emerald green t-shirt clinging to the carved muscles on his arms, and orders me another beer and himself a Jack and coke.
    “You’re a confident, arrogant ass, and the fact that you’ve told me I was pretty twice won me over.” I tease.
    “Arrogant ass? You just need to get to know me better. I’m far from arrogant. Confident, I’d have to agree with you. I see it, I want it. Nothing wrong with that, don’t you think?”
    He leans his elbow on the bar, dropping himself closer to my view. There’s something about his eyes and the way he smiles at me that catch my attention. “Do I know you from somewhere? You look very familiar.”
    His brows pinch together causing wrinkles across his forehead, and his eyes begin to search around. “I don’t—”
    “Hey, Belle!” Jess unknowingly interrupts him and wraps her arms around my neck from behind me.
    When I swivel around on my stool to greet her, she’s eyeing Logan. Her eyes roam over him like he’s a fresh piece of meat.
    I give her a moment to finish soaking him in, enjoying the fact that what she likes has his eyes on me. “Hey, Boots. Long day?”
    “Very,” she answers me staring at Logan. This is typical of her. She’s not out for the guys I’m after, but she isn’t shy about