I can’t make my feet work. My brain is foggy the nearer Logan is. I came here to have an intelligent discussion, but I am not sure I can work out simple arithmetic at this point.

His physique combined with the uniform is a sight my brain cannot comprehend. I am either going to faint or throw up if he doesn’t go away.

Winifred fans me. “Goodness, Charlotte! You’re all flushed.”

Karen looks Logan up and down as he opens an interrogation room and escorts us inside. “You really think he’s that good looking?”

I keel over. “I’m going to be sick.”

Logan touches my elbow, and I swear, my vision tunnels. “Are you alright?” Heat ricochets through my body. My heart hammers so hard and fast; I am certain he can hear the affect he has on my most vital organ.

I shoot away from him. “Oh! You can’t touch me like that. It’s too much!”

“I’m sorry?” Logan looks truly at a loss.

I put up my hand to block out the sight of his beautiful face, my chin turned to the side.

“You’re too pretty. We’ve been over this. If you don’t want me to throw up all over this table, send your dad in while you wait outside or something. I’m telling you, I can’t, and this is important.”

Karen’s laughter rings in my ears while Winifred chortles slowly.

Logan’s voice is gentle with a heavy tease to it. “You’re not serious. I’m not… No one has ever…” He takes a step toward me.

I dash to the corner like a criminal trying to escape the law. “I’m telling you, if you come near me, I will barf on your table!”

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