Meeting His Match (Single In the City 1)

“Oh, don’t tell me you screwed it up already? You screwed it up, didn’t you?” Blue asked, her dark eyes glinting angrily under the fluorescent light.

Marti swallowed. “No. I just don’t want his feelings to get further involved,” she said, telling a partial lie, because as far as she knew, Logan was happy with the status quo. He didn’t seem to have a problem with their fake relationship. She did for reasons she couldn’t analyze at the moment.

Blue scoffed. “He’s a man. He’ll be fine.”

Marti started to protest, then stopped herself. What was she arguing for? Logan wanted this fake relationship just as much as Blue did.

“So keep up the good work,” Blue said. “A lot of people are expecting you to screw up. So don’t.”

And with that harsh reminder, she turned on her heel and left.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

LOGAN

LOGAN: What are you doing?

Marti: Watching the parade and breaking bread for stuffing. Why are you bugging me?

Logan: There’s no one else to around to annoy.

Marti: What about your sister? Aren’t big brothers supposed to annoy them?

Logan: She’s immune.

Silence.

Logan: I had a dream about you last night.

Marti: Oh boy. Do I want to know?

Logan: It’ll make you blush.

Marti: Then it was definitely a dream.

LOGAN: My sister just quoted The Feminine Mystique at the dinner table, and now she’s ranting about how all men are really insecure babies with a mommy complex.

Logan: She’s turned into YOU.

Marti: How terrifying.

LOGAN PICKED UP THE remote to the television in his old bedroom and surfed through the channels. His father had long ago retired to bed, and Brittney went out with a group of friends, which left him alone in his old bedroom at eleven o’clock on Thanksgiving evening.

It was times like these he wished he had someone special in his life. Which was exactly why he shouldn’t text Marti again, even if his fingers were itching to pick up his phone.

His gaze wandered around his room, from his golf trophy, to the band posters on the walls, and the anatomy diagram by his bed, and he snorted. He wondered what Marti would have thought of him in high school. If she would have been as indifferent.

He was such a dork. Even back then, he knew he wanted to be a doctor. Before he had a chance to fail. Before he hid his regret behind a mask of artificial confidence.

She probably wouldn’t have given him the time of day. But if she had, he would have been there for her—when her father left. He would have been her rock, then maybe her heart wouldn’t have turned to stone.

He scanned the channels and paused on a Hallmark Movie. His heart did a little stutter-start in his chest as he thought of her, and he knew he was in trouble. “Crap,” he muttered into the dark.

He picked up his phone and opened their last text and typed.

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Logan: Are you watching any of your cheesy love movies yet?