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stepped into the room. “Logan?”
    “In here.”
    He stepped out from inside the room beyond a second doorway, boyish wonder in his eyes as he leaned on the door frame. When he looked at her, she found herself so captivated by his eyes that she barely heard him speak.
    “You have got to see this.”
    She raised her face to the ceiling to gather herself after he disappeared back inside. In this intimate setting, she felt a little weak in the knees. The thought of walking around his bedroom generated enough heat inside her to make her feel like she was walking into a furnace.
    “Come in here,” he said, reappearing briefly.
    She took a deep breath and followed him into a room larger than the whole downstairs of her house. Built-in shelves covered with shoes, accessories, and neatly folded shirts lined the wall to the right. To the left, a thickly upholstered loveseat and matching chair with a small table between them sat in front of two sets of French doors. A mirror covered part of the wall behind her and the door on the opposite side led to the master spa.
    “Over here.” Logan gestured for Freddy to sit on one of the chairs and opened one of the sets of closet doors. Inside, two rows of bars filled with shirts and trousers were divided by rows of drawers.
    “And look at this,” he said, walking to the center island and pulling open the drawers.
    Freddy swallowed hard, praying he didn’t notice. She hoped she wasn’t about to look at his underwear. Oh well, she decided, at least she’d get the answer to her earlier question: boxers or briefs? At this point, who cared? He probably looked great in either one. She peeked over. The drawers were packed with stuff.
    “Socks, jeans, gym pants.” He walked back to the closet. “Suits, dress shirts, polos, khakis.” He stepped back and turned in a small circle. “Can you believe this stuff? The list I gave the assistant earlier had two entries—my favorite blue jeans and my robe. I may never wear them.”
    Lordy,
she thought,
don’t say that
. She pictured him naked and made a mental note to poke out her mind’s eye.
    He swiveled his head and shot her one of the devastating grins she’d come to know over the years. Now all she wanted to do was grab his cheeks and kiss him the way she always had in her dreams. The urge to find out if reality could be as perfect as fantasy grew inside her as fast as weeds did on a New Jersey lawn on a hot summer day. With each second passing, every feminine hormone in her body shouted,
Kiss him, stupid,
until all their tempting voices blurred into one big buzz inside her head.
    She stood up and put as much distance between them as the room allowed, trying not to act on the building urge. “How can you possibly wear all this stuff in six weeks?” she asked him, lightly fingering the shirts neatly folded on the shelves on the opposite wall.
    He shrugged. “Don’t know, but everything seems to be my size. That alone amazes me.”
    “I did have to put down a physical description on the entry form.”
    His hand was on a pair of jeans. “Exactly what did you describe?”
    “The form asked for height, weight, build, stuff like that.” She left out the part about the narrative she’d added, suddenly embarrassed by the detail she had gone into about his likes and dislikes. From the look of everything in the walk-in closet, someone had taken her word as gospel.
    “Do you have the same thing in your room?” he asked her.
    She felt her cheeks warm in a blush. “To be honest, I spent most of the last few hours sitting on a chair in a daze and didn’t get past the bedroom. I was trying to wrap my head around what happened when I heard doors slam and thought you might be trying to escape.”
    Logan laughed. “Back at the office, I thought seriously about skipping out on the whole idea, but when I saw how much my boss was into this, and what it could mean to my career, I figured I’d ride it out and see what happened.”
    Freddy felt