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ogling them either.
    Her eyes are begging for me to introduce them. Our girl code number four states—we do not introduce ourselves. We must wait for the other person to do it first. Such a crazy night in high school, but it was Jess that made that one up. “Jess, this is Logan.”
    “Nice to meet you,” he says offering his hand for a shake.
    She places her hand in his, “He’s hot, girl.” Did I mention she can be really honest? “You ready to head home?”
    “You don’t want a beer?” I ask confused that she came into the bar not even wanting a drink.
    “Nope. I’m beat. Jackie had me working my ass off. I’m headed home.”
    “I’ll head home with you.” I finish my beer in an unladylike swallow.
    “It was nice meeting you,” Jess bubbles out to Logan who has his eyes locked on me. There’s something about his stare. I can’t tell if it makes me uneasy, or if he is just that intimidating.
    “Do you live around here?” He asks as I stand to gather my jacket and briefcase.
    “We do,” Jess blurts all too excited.
    “May I walk you home?” He keeps his golden brown eyes locked on me. His lips are pressed tight, curving into a smile. I think he wanted something else out of this beer.
    “Thanks for the offer,” I interject before Jess can open her loud mouth and have me drag him to the apartment, “but I’m not keen on the thought of someone I just met knowing where I live.” I glare at Jess daring her to open her mouth.
    “I completely understand. It was a pleasure meeting you, Sam…?” he pauses waiting for my last name.
    “Beckman.” I flash him a smile just as Jess begins dragging me by my arm out of the pub.
     
    We head to our apartment strolling arm in arm as we cross the street. Living a block away from a small local bar is one thing that sold us on getting it. Not that we drink and party, but it is convenient when we want to.
    “He was hot!” Jess says, her sandy blonde ponytail swaying with her steps.
    “I know, right? He looked familiar though. Like too familiar.”
    “He could be the man of your dreams,” she giggles pushing open the door to the apartment.
     
    I pull my suffocating heels off, toss them in my closet, and change into my grey sweatpants and pink t-shirt. When I return to the living room, Jess has matched my notion and plopped down on the couch. Unfortunately, she grabbed the remote first. Now I must endure her drama TV. Why in the world does she watch this crap? Someone’s on drugs, someone’s cheating, this guy is in love with this girl and she doesn’t feel the same back, I could go on for days about it. I would rather watch crime solving shows, but she doesn’t like the blood. So of course, she wins.
    “Did you get his number?” she says during a commercial break.
    “No. It was just a beer and a nice conversation.”
    She widens her eyes shaking her head, “I just don’t understand you sometimes. How could you let a cutie walk away like that?”
    “I just—“
    “Shhhh!” She smacks my leg. Luckily for me, I’m saved by the show coming back on. The good news is she probably won’t remember asking me the question by the next set of commercials. She’s like a goldfish sometimes—three second memory.

Chapter 5
     
     
     
    I arrive at my desk and begin my normal morning routine of sipping coffee and checking my emails. I have a few weekly reports and an email from Adam informing me that he has a meeting this morning at ten and wants me to join him to take notes. I’ve not been in any of his meetings yet other than the one for me, and honestly, I’m pretty excited he’s gained that confidence in me. That means I’ve been doing my job right.
    “Miss Beckman?” Dana’s voice calls over my phone. She hasn’t taken to calling me Sam yet. Honestly, she seems too snooty. Apparently I got the job she wanted.
    “Yes, ma’am?”
    “You have a delivery. Would you like for me to send the delivery man to you?”
    A delivery? No one has made me