Meeting His Match (Single In the City 1)

Logan: Want to know a little secret?

Marti’s stomach flipped.

Marti: What?

Logan: I secretly like those movies.

Marti: Of course you do.

Logan: Come on, what’s not to like?

Marti: Um, hello? Read the above conversation. They’re so predictable. Girl meets boy. Girls falls in love with boy. Something bad happens, and in the end, they magically end up together anyway.

Logan: It’s called romance.

Marti: My point exactly. Also known as fiction.

Logan: You have a heart of stone.

Marti: Never claimed otherwise.

Logan: I wonder how much it’ll take to crack.

MARTI GROANED. IT WAS Saturday night, and it felt like hours since she went to bed, but she was wired and couldn’t sleep. A glance at the neon glow of her alarm clock told her it was after 1 a.m..

She turned in bed and pounded her pillow once before flopping back down again. She wondered what Logan was doing.

Probably sleeping like a baby.

With a sigh, she flicked on the lamp next to her bed and snatched up her phone. She might as well cruse social media until she got tired.

A minute later, she found her fingers hovering over Logan’s contact. Before she could think twice, she quickly clicked on the message icon and typed.

Marti: What’s up?

Only a minute later, a message popped up, and she felt an odd sense of vindication.

Looks like she wasn’t the only who couldn’t sleep.

Logan: Well, well, well. Look who texted me. Bored? Miss me already, McBride?

She huffed and typed.

Marti: You wish.

Logan: I’m back at my place if you want to come over.

Marti: Why would I do that?

Logan: So I can kiss you.

Marti swallowed. If she was being honest, their earlier texts had been flirty, but this was definitely next level.

Marti: Are you drunk?

Logan: Lol No. Do I need to be to want to kiss you? Not exactly a ringing endorsement.

I don’t even know how to answer that.