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scouring the internet for bad reviews on hotel rooms, the hours of operation of landmarks, and must-see activities for her itinerary. She planned everything right down to the point where it was almost like a second job. It drove Julia bonkers and Kate hated to admit it, but it did sort of suck all the fun out of her vacations—and her life.
    Kate had never been one to do things on the spur of the moment. Even from a young age her life had been meticulously planned. And maybe that had been the problem. She hadn’t allowed herself to be spontaneous and see where the road would take her. She’d mapped out the trip to a tee, right down to the rest stops and refueling stations. And look where that had gotten her. At age twenty-seven, she was divorced and had no better idea of what love was all about then when she’d started.
    At least she didn’t have any regrets. As much as she had detested her time with Carl, Kate came away from the whole ordeal thinking of it as a learning experience. Very rarely did anyone complete the first try perfectly in life. Life took a little practice and maybe, with a little luck, she’d get to do some practicing tonight.
    Asking, or rather telling Logan to come to dinner had been a complete rush. It had felt about the same as jumping out of an airplane with Julia. Kate knew good and well that it was wrong with a capital W to seduce one of her patients, but at the risk of sounding childish, he started it. He’d been the one to crack jokes and smile and take up too much space in the exam room.
    Carl had had her wound up so tight and afraid to do anything without his permission that it had taken months to unravel herself enough to where small, mundane tasks such as cooking dinner weren’t monumental if done “improperly.” There were still times when she had to remind herself that it was okay to wear red lipstick and buy colorful sheets and duvet covers for the bed.
    Now here she was sitting in her bedroom wearing a fifty dollar dress and two-hundred dollar lingerie, waiting for a man who may or may not show up to have wild and crazy sex with her.
    Well, if he didn’t show up then at least she’d taken a flying leap out of her comfort zone and asked him in the first place. She could find the positive in the situation and chalk it up to experience.
    And if he did show up…well, she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.
    A guy like Logan Murray probably received dinner invitations from women on a daily basis. They probably didn’t even make it to dinner. Kate would probably just become another notch on his bedpost. Even if that was to be the case, a little one night fling was exactly what she needed.
    It seemed so easy giving in to that natural urge to kiss him in her office. She vowed to be that free here in her home and to give in to the moment and enjoy where it took her and not overthink things. With leaps and bounds, Kate was finally becoming the woman she wanted to be.
    Happy with her appearance, Kate went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She turned on the sensual sounds of some jazz music that Julia had recommended and swayed to the rhythm. She swiveled her hips and reveled in the feel of the soft fabric of her dress twirling around her thighs.
    After loosening up to a few songs, it was time to set the scene. There was no formal dining room in her home but just enough room in the kitchen for her small bistro table and chairs. She set plates on the table, along with her best silverware, before going to the stove.
    She liked playing with ingredients and spices, creating new flavors and embellishing the familiar. If a recipe didn’t turn out and was beyond fixing, then she could just toss it and move on to something else. No harm done and no pressure, just the opportunity for discovery. Always one to follow the directions precisely and color inside the lines, it was invigorating to take a step out of the good ole comfort zone once in a while.
    Carl had been