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much I’d missed him.
    I grinned as I reached the bar directly across from where he stood.
    “Hi.” The single word came out on a breath, making me sound like a call girl from soft-core porn.
    His brows pulled together, his gaze still intense. His mouth stayed in a firm, almost grim line, making the smile fall from my face.
    “What are you doing here? Are you in trouble?” Hunter asked.
    “Trouble?” I shook my head. I had lost all sense of reality when I made the split second decision to come looking for him, but I don’t think that constituted trouble. “No. No trouble.”
    “Logan?”
    I wrinkled my forehead. “Logan’s fine. My mom just spoke to him over New Year’s.”
    He straightened up from the bar. He crossed his arms over his broad chest. My eyes might have lingered there for a moment, but really I couldn’t be held responsible. The black, long sleeve t-shirt he wore stretched tightly over his pectoral muscles. I don’t think he’d filled out his shirts quite so well a few years ago. I would definitely have remembered that.
    “Katelyn.” His voice came sharp and exasperated.
    I lifted my eyes to meet his. Oops, busted.
    “Are you lost?”
    Quite possibly . Not physically, but mentally…let’s just say I wasn’t going to place any bets on my current psychological state being one hundred percent rational. Why the heck else would I have come to see him on a whim?
    But I was here now. And the man of my dreams stood in front of me. I took a train almost an hour from the city just to see him. You’d have thought I’d have spent some of that time coming up with a plan for once I got here. Heck, it hadn’t even occurred to me that he might not be here when I arrived.
    I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at my own stupidity. But then I thought of what drove me here in the first place.
    “I came here to see you. I’ve missed you and…I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about you lately and when I left work this afternoon, I hopped on a train and came to see you.” How could I explain why I missed him and felt compelled to come here? Blurting out my undying love seemed like a big step for my first foray into going after what I wanted. So I settled for a shrug and a lame finish to my explanation. “And so I’m here. To see you.”
    I peered up at him, at once afraid and hopeful of his reaction. If I wasn’t mistaken, the expression that flickered on his face was extreme surprise. But in a blink he shut it down, his expression blank, and I had no hope of figuring out what went on behind his dark eyes. All I could do was wait for him to say something, anything, before I melted into a puddle of mortification on the floor at his feet.
    But before Hunter got a word out, a snort came from a few seats down the bar. I whipped my head around to find an older man sitting a few feet away, chuckling into the mug of beer he tipped up to his mouth. A quick glance told me there was no one else close enough for him to be aiming his derisive snort at, so it must be me and my feeble attempt at an explanation.
    When he caught me looking at him, the old guy grinned.
    I narrowed my eyes at him. “Did you say something?”
    “Who me?” He shook his head, now chuckling. “Nope. Just listening.”
    “You’re listening to my conversation?”
    “Yup.” He took a deep sip of his beer and then turned and grinned at me again. “Don’t get too much drama in here outside of the occasional fistfight over a football game. Figure you being here means I’m in for some real entertainment.”
    My jaw dropped. I wanted to tell him to mind his own business. But let’s face it. Only a couple of hours into my not-so-nice girl way of doing things, I probably wasn’t going to tell off some strange guy in a biker bar. “Um, well, maybe you wouldn’t mind finding your entertainment elsewhere? I intended this to be a private conversation.”
    “Want a private conversation, you ask a man to go someplace private. You start