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come in here if Jana hadn’t told me to.”
  “Obviously you misunderstood,” he said dismissively.
Margo bristled. “Why obviously?”  
“Obviously because this is your mother’s island and you’re an heiress. So you get to stay in a nice room.”
An heiress. So that’s all he saw, even after what she’d told him on the plane. She remembered how nice she’d felt, settled in close to him. With his shoulder touching hers, his patient voice explaining how the plane worked. He’d really seemed to like her. And Margo had ruined it.
God, she was an idiot. And she was still being one, because Logan was staring at her like he expected her to say something. What had he said?
Nice room…  
“All of the nice rooms are taken,” she said airily.  
“What about your mother’s room?” She frowned, and he tilted his head behind him. “You know… fifth floor of the casa?”
Score! Margo could have hugged him for putting the X on her map, but his steely, frozen face stole her nerve.
  “No to that?” he said. “Fine. There’s an empty room next door.”
Indignation burned her cheeks. How could he even think of sending her to one of those nasty rooms?
“Why don’t you stay next door if you like the idea so much! You can sleep on the floor with a chair for a pillow.”
“Why should I be the one to move?”
“Well…” She couldn’t think of a good reason. One she thought he’d accept, anyway.
“So?” he prodded.
“So you’re from the South. Aren’t you supposed to be a gentleman?”
“No more than you’re a lady.”
Margo’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe this… asshole . She took a deep, long breath, focused on her hand slapping his face. She still hadn’t apologized. No wonder he thought she wasn’t a lady. She sat up straighter and met his eyes. “I’m really very sorry about how I acted on the—”
“I don’t care about that.” His voice was a growl, his face a tight mask.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“You are,” he snapped. “You’re just another—” spoiled rich bitch .
She guessed that’s what he would have said; he clamped his mouth closed before he could finish, turned, and stomped out the room, slamming the door so hard the doorknob rattled.
*
Margo marched through the wet yard, determined to find Jana and request a change of venue. She’d ask, with dignity and manners, if she could move one of the bunk beds into that empty room. It had a few cobwebs, but she could handle that. No, no, Jana would say, not for Cindy Zhu’s daughter. Space would be made in the casa.
But what if it wasn’t?
Then Logan would be moved. To the barn, with the rest of the animals, because she was starting to think that’s where he belonged.
Shame, anger, and hurt warred inside her tight chest. She’d compared and contrasted his behavior in the plane, and then in the observatory dome, and there was only one conclusion: when they’d first met, he’d felt sorry for her. The realization hit Margo like a fly ball. He knew her dad had died, her mom had ditched her, and— c’mon —she’d been pitiful. She’d cried .
She’d cried, and then she’d slapped him.
Margo pulled open the casa door and strode toward the gentle roar of voices, telling herself she could show her face. The long, shadowy hall led her under several blue-tiled archways, down three wide stairs, and into a dining hall as big as a ballroom. It had stucco walls, lots of ferns, and palm-frond fans hanging from the high ceiling.
The kitchen was sunken on the left end—an octagon with a wide, low counter that opened it to the rest of the room. The counter was piled with food and surrounded by people.   
She put a hand to her ear, trying to block out the island music, and scanned the crowd for Jana. Instead, she spotted him . Logan. He was wearing a new t-shirt—slightly tight and grey, with something stenciled above his left peck. His cheekbones sported stripes of pinkish heat, and that dark, wavy hair fanned