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was that he really liked everyone else. She seemed to be the only one he detested.
    And, he’d just seen her naked. Well, mostly naked.
    Close enough.
    Embarrassing enough.
    Bold enough.
    You are hot. Ha! He hadn’t been looking too closely if that’s what he thought. He was just pushing buttons. Well, whatever, Logan . She refused to be susceptible to his charm, to him, or his eyes, or his smile.
    Rachel pulled herself from the car. She didn’t have time to think about Logan or the past. It was the future all the way, kid.
    She started across the parking lot and stared out over the football field and stadium stands. There was a gym class on the field and kids running on the track. The stands were nearly empty. On game days, it would be standing room only. The Thursday night before Homecoming weekend there would be a parade. Then on Friday there would be the Homecoming game and Nana’s event would follow.
    She was visualizing a semi-formal sit-down dinner. But how to get the word out? Might as well take out an ad in the newspaper.
    Rachel stopped. That would work, too. She could put an ad in the Redemption Review. Perfect, and Nana would have liked that. Sort of like the people pages of the New York Times. Rachel smiled. Maybe she could plan this event. Okay, one thing down.
    Only a hundred more to go.
    Rachel tugged on the gym door. It opened just like she knew it would. They’d never locked this door when she’d gone to school here.
    It was lit up but empty. But it wouldn’t be for long when the class out on the field ended and the kids came back.
    Rachel scanned the empty space. It was large enough to hold a hundred people, ten round tables, and ten people at each table. She searched for a place the caterer could set up. Caterer. She needed to add that to her list, too.
    Maybe in the hall outside the gym? Or maybe in the corridor that led to the locker rooms. She wrinkled her nose. Locker rooms didn’t exactly equate to appetizing. Well, she’d figure something out.
    Rachel’s phone buzzed. She fished it out of her bag.
    She didn’t recognize the number, except for the Redemption area code.
    “This is Rachel,” she said, glancing around. Her voice sounded loud in the quiet.
    “What are you up to?”
    A tingle danced along her spine. She ignored it and added a little starch to her voice. “That’s none of your business, Logan.”
    “Technically . . . it is.” Did she hear a smile in that statement?
    Rachel turned at the sound of a door opening behind her. Logan walked out, his cell phone to his ear.
    Her voice caught. He looked so right in this gym. He’d changed from what he’d had on at the board meeting. Now he wore black shorts and a red Warriors tee shirt, a whistle hung around his neck. Images of him as a teen standing in that exact spot spun through her mind.
    She used to make up reasons to come to the gym after school—left a book in her locker, had a question for the gym teacher, Molly needed something from her locker—anything, it didn’t matter. Anything that might give her an opportunity to see Logan, without him knowing. Just a mere glimpse of him then had been thrilling, eliciting a shiver-like feeling, and swoops in her stomach.
    Now she had swoops in her stomach, but it was coupled with set teeth and a tight grip on her phone.  
    He turned toward her. She found her voice and said, “No. It’s not.”
    Slowly he lowered the phone. “You’re trespassing, Rachel.”
    She rolled her eyes at him. “Hardly.”
    His long legs could have brought him to her in just a few strides, but he took his time. He regarded her like a lion eyeing a predator. She was on his territory and the look on his face clearly said he didn’t like it and if she didn’t run away he was going to bare his teeth.
    “Don’t get any ideas about using this place.”
    “Why not? It’s what Nana wanted.”
    “Why?”
    Rachel shrugged. “She loved Homecoming.”
    Logan grunted, tucking his arms across his chest.