Meeting His Match (Single In the City 1)

Marti: You’re so not funny.

He laughed, knowing exactly where she was. If she didn’t want the city following her every move, maybe she shouldn’t publicize it.

He glanced at the Instagram post from ten minutes ago, her posing with a fancy coffee.

He could use a little caffeine buzz.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MARTI

“FANCY MEETING YOU HERE.” Logan set his coffee down and took a seat across from her.

“Your stalker tendencies are a bit worrisome.”

“What? You practically invited me.” He slouched down into his seat—all long legs and hulking biceps—sprawled out like he owned the place.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” she admonished. “Don’t you have babies to deliver? Foundations to run?” Marti shot him a dirty look as she took a sip of her latte.

“Don’t you have some mind-numbing, banal topic to write about? Like Who Wore It Best or Celebrities are Just Like Us?”

“Hilarious. But you know as well as I do that if what I’m writing about is boring these days, it’s partly your fault.”

“Touché.”

Marti went back to her book. If he wanted to interrupt her peace and solitude to annoy her, she’d just ignore him. Pretend he wasn’t even there. Just a girl, her coffee, and a book.

He drummed his fingers over the table in a grating rhythm.

She set her jaw. She could do this.

When she turned the page, he cleared his throat—an over-exaggerated phlegmy sound she knew was artificial. She took a sip of her latte, and he mimicked her movement. His shadow was on a two-second delay.

Her gaze flicked to him. “What are you doing?”

“Why? Is it bothering you?” He leaned farther across the table and nearly pushed her book off in the process. His stupid arms were so big, they ate up the entire thing.

“Do you mind?” She nudged his arms back, making room for her book.

“Not in the slightest.” He flashed her a grin. “What are you reading anyway?” he asked as he snatched the book away.

She jumped from her chair, trying to reach it but the man had the arms of an Amazon. “Hey!”

“The Seven Pillars of a Successful Woman.” He shot her a wry smile and tossed it back. “How riveting.”

“It’s self-improvement. You should try it.”

“What would be more useful to you is something like The Five Love Languages or maybe even something more old school like How to Find a Man and Keep Him.”

Marti rolled her eyes. “Gag me.”

Sliding her book off the table, she slipped it into her messenger bag. Clearly, she wasn’t getting any reading done today. Truth be told, the book was a bit dry. But there was no way she would tell him that.

She clasped both hands around her latte, enjoying the warmth of it against her palms as she gave him the once-over. He wore a charcoal crewneck sweater with jeans, and his hair was slightly messier than usual, but the casual look suited him.

He was handsome, maybe the most attractive guy she’d ever seen in real life. Not just hot or cute, but masculine in an unbelievably sexy way.

Clearing her throat, she took a bite of her coffee cake, avoiding his eye.