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of her professionalism.
    Smothering the smile on her face, she turns back to her computer and pretends to type something. “Just as long as they don’t get in the way of the show,” she says.
    “ Do you have a problem with groupies?” Logan asks, giving her a look as though he’s trying to read her thoughts. “Because you seemed really insulted when I mistook you for one.”
    Mikayla frowns. “Of course, I don’t have a problem with them.” She really doesn’t have a problem with groupies or any woman who enjoys sex and goes for what she wants. She just wants to be seen as a professional because that’s what she is. “As long as they’re legal, and it’s all consensual,” she says. She gives him a hard look. “It is all consensual, right?”
    There’s a beat, and then Logan reels back like he’s been slapped. “What the hell does that mean?”
    “You hear horror stories—”
    “Well, that’s not us!”
    “Okay,” Mikayla says, holding her hands up to shush him. “Sorry, sorry…” she pauses, but he doesn’t answer or accept her apology. “Besides, the fact that you mistook me for a groupie is more of a reflection of you than it is on me.”
    Logan raises an eloquent eyebrow. “Pardon?”
    “If you honestly think that every woman who makes eye contact with you wants to fuck you, then that’s your problem… not mine.”
    As soon as she says it, she knows that she’s gone too far. He sputters at her like he had at the concert when Dash had noticed that he was hitting on her, only now Logan looks furious and not embarrassed. He looks like he wants to say something, but he’s sputtering too hard to form words. Then he shakes his head and huffs out a breath, dropping his gaze back down to the table.
    The atmosphere in the room has soured, probably beyond repair, and Mikayla feels guilty for being the one to ruin their good mood.
    Eventually, Logan reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a folded sheet of paper. He leans over the table and hands it to her. “The dates for the tour,” he says.
    “Thank you,” she replies, leaning over to take the paper. Their fingers brush, and they carefully avoid looking at each other. Mikayla opens the paper, sees the first date which is hand-written at the top of the page, and raises her eyebrows. “This is next week?”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “Your tour starts in a week?”
    “It does.”
    “Why didn’t I know about this?”
    “Because we just hired you,” Logan responds.
    She gives him a long look, hoping to convey just how unimpressed she is with his attitude. “I have nothing… no notes from the last assistant, no schedules or phone numbers, and I don’t even know what city we’re going to first.”
    “Oh, that’s easy… it’s LA.”
    “That’s not the point!” Mikayla stops herself before her voice gets too high, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. “I just really wanted to be prepared,” she finishes.
    Logan purses his lips. Their eyes lock and for a moment she’s transported back to the concert. That feeling of being pinned down by his gaze returns, almost overwhelmingly so, but she couldn’t look away even if she wanted to.
    Then the moment passes and Logan lets out a breath. “I’m sorry that you don’t have Danielle’s notes. That’s my fault. I told Bass Note to put a freeze on any confidential information until we replaced her. I’ll call them right now and make sure that you’re given everything you need, okay?”
    Surprised, she nods and watches as Logan takes his phone out of his pocket and excuses himself from the room.
    She watches him go, then glances back down at the list of dates. They span for about three months with at least four performances a week. A couple of the dates are doubled-up, and Mikayla assumes that those are matinees and evening performances and not just mistakes on Logan’s part. It looks like a heavy schedule, but when she was researching concert tours the night before,