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quite read. She liked that she couldn’t tell what he was thinking right away. He was as far away from inflexible, plan-ahead Carl as she could get. And that was exactly what she was looking for.
    Whether it was for one night or a few strung together, she’d just have to wait and let it play out naturally.
    If he even showed up.
    Nervous butterflies knocked together inside Kate’s stomach and she wrote them off to inexperience. Julia was the risk-taker. Julia was the one who leapt first and thought about the consequences later—if at all. Maybe the fact that Julia couldn’t see people’s reactions allowed her to be that much more fearless in her life. It wasn’t realistic to give a damn about what people thought of her when she couldn’t see the looks on their faces anyway.
    Kate, the one with perfect vision and the not-so-perfect track record with men, was the sensible one.
    Not tonight.
    And what was so foolish about enjoying an evening with a very eligible man who sent very real goose bumps all over her body when he looked at her?
    Before she could answer her own question there was a knock at the door. A quick glance at the clock on the microwave told her he was precisely on time. Good. She didn’t know if she could wait much longer.
    She turned down the burner on the stove and went into the living room to lower the volume on the music. After making one last sweep through the room—hey, old habits died hard—she fluffed her hair and strode confidently to the door.
    She swung open the door to find Logan standing on her porch. Her belly tingled and her breath caught. He was even better looking out from under the artificial lighting of her office. He had showered and changed his clothes and was wearing dark jeans and a blue T-shirt that matched his eyes.
    With the way his muscles were rippling, he might have just come from the gym. Visions of him shirtless and sweating beneath a bench press had Kate swallowing hard. Maybe he’d been playing shirtless volleyball after all…
    Damn. The confidence she’d worked so hard to bolster flew right out the door.
    What in the Sam Hill was she doing? She didn’t invite people who were practically strangers into her home in hopes of seducing them with pasta, wine, and more toe-curling kissing. She set up practical dates through trusted friends and always let the men do the calling and the planning and the paying. Just like a nice, obedient woman was supposed to do.
    But she wasn’t that same woman anymore, she reminded herself. Five years with Mr. Controlling and she had shed that submissive persona once and for all.
    Because she couldn’t trust herself to speak, she waved Logan inside.
    Like any warm-blooded woman would, Kate watched his backside as he walked into the living room. One look at his ass in those jeans and her confidence returned full force along with a few strategically placed tingles.
    While he studied the photos on her mantle she studied his backside. Man, he could fill out a pair of jeans like nobody’s business.
    Kate’s cozy bungalow didn’t have high ceilings and Logan stood next to her sofa looking much too big and much too masculine for the space. But she wasn’t going to let proportions stand in her way tonight. Bigger wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
    “Would you like some wine?” she asked finally.
    Logan looked over at her, his gaze sizzling. When he looked her up and down, his eyes darkened with lust and she took that as a promising sign. “Sure.”
    Spine straight and head held high, she went into the kitchen to pour him a glass and to start the pasta boiling.
     
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    The doctor’s house was tastefully decorated without any annoying frou-frou items and there wasn’t a stuffed animal in sight. Logan immediately decided he liked the place.
    While Kate was in the kitchen retrieving the wine, he made himself at home and looked around the room. It was light and airy and showed no signs of what the woman did for a living. The jazz music