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just needed to get to that point.
    Julie dressed slowly, trying not to look over at Logan, who was sound asleep. At least she could slip out and...where was his key? Didn’t he have a remote to open the gate? She could easily get an Uber or Lyft driver, but they’d have to get inside. Or better, she could go outside and wait for them on the street.
    She felt lower than low; she’d never done the walk of shame before. After she dressed and located his keys, she opened the gate remotely, got a driver organized from her cell phone application, and walked outside his house and the gate, waiting on the street.
    It was early morning and the exclusive neighborhood was fairly quiet. A few dog walkers took in her appearance with a significant look, and there was one B-grade actor childhood star walking with his kids who gave her a double take, but thank god there was no sign of any celebrity gossip reporters or photographers. Sure, there could be long-distance lenses and things like that, but she didn’t honestly think Logan was that popular with the tabloid press.
    She’d just go home, live out her comfortable little life, and forget this night ever happened. It didn’t matter that she’d kind of fallen for Logan; he was the wrong guy in a different realm from her and things had to stay the way they were. Once had to be enough.

Chapter 6
    Six Weeks Later…
    Logan was in a bad mood and he really didn’t care who knew it. The move to Des Moines had been okay, but it was clear he had philosophical differences with the coaching staff. It’d all work out if he was patient, but he wasn’t. His clock was ticking; more and more Logan felt as if his football career was on very borrowed time. Not only did he have his shoulder to contend with, he couldn’t get Julie out of his head.
    Logan still couldn’t understand how she’d walked out of his bed and life. When he’d awoken to find her gone and the gate open, something in his heart shriveled up. As crazy as it was, he’d never met a woman like her, someone he’d fallen for so immediately, someone he was thinking of a life together with, as insane as that was.
    But she’d left him. Logan had tried to reach her.
    All he had to go on was a gorgeous blonde named Julie. He didn’t know where she lived, or where she worked. He didn’t even know what occupation she held.
    The people at Sports World Daily had no Julie on staff, and he’d called all the offices in the building. When that hadn’t panned out, he’d researched Belle’s education and tried to find a Julie in her high school or college graduating classes. He'd even found a picture of Julie with Belle online, but there were no other details other than her first name. If she had an online presence it was hidden.
    That had provided tons of Julies, but not his.
    He was able to gets Belle’s number and contact her. She’d been sent on an assignment for her publication and hadn’t been answering calls. Logan had left a couple of messages for her at her office, and waited.
    No calls from Julie came. Did Belle get his messages and pass them on? Did he imagine he shared a connection, a bond with Julie? The doubts crept in and it broke his heart wondering if he'd got it all wrong.
    And then Logan had left for Des Moines. He’d been on his own to get an apartment set up, to move his things, the works. His days were spent rehabbing his shoulder, getting to know the coaches and other players.
    And missing Julie. Her voice, her laugh, her touch, her body. The way they'd made love.
    There was no way she could have—should have—left an impression on his soul, but she had.
    Every time his phone beeped with a new email or constant stream of text messages from girls he barely knew, wanting to get lucky, Logan held his breath. And when every nervous swipe of his phone, or every nervous listen of his voicemail brought forth no information, he got more frustrated. Logan would have changed his number, but he thought—hoped—Belle