Chapter 5

Maxie rummaged through her closet looking for favorite pair of jeans to pack when she came across a neatly folded brown shirt. She gathered up the material in her hands, letting her fingers run over the torn fabric where buttons had once been stitched and remembered the sound each one made when it had popped off under Logan's insistent hands.

She had many regrets in her life but sleeping with Logan Hayes was not one of them; the only thing that did irk her was that it had something to do with Lulu Spencer. There was just something about Logan that drew her in. Maybe it was that sexy smirk and his bad boy side, but most likely it was because she knew that he didn't want her and that made him a challenge. It was unlike anything she had ever felt and it forced her to switch the rules of the bet just so she could have him.

She had been intentionally keeping her distance from him since she hadn't been able to shake off the tingle of his touch or the thrill of excitement that had coursed through her body when he had laid her down on his dining room table.

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The memory of that day was burned in her memory and Maxie hadn't been able let it go. She wasn't even sure she wanted to. Maybe she was scared to admit to herself that it had meant more to her than she had been letting on. Even last night when he rolled over and his breath had tickled her neck, a familiar heat worked its way up her thighs.

"Masochist." She muttered as she re-folded the shirt and cursed herself for landing in this situation to begin with. Staying with Logan in that tiny apartment even for a few days without those feelings popping up was going to be the hardest thing she had even done. But she promised Scott that she would help Logan get back on his feet no matter how long it took. If someone actually believed that Maxie Jones didn't have a conscience, then they never really knew her to begin with.

Maxie slipped a sweatshirt into her duffle bag and glanced around her room for anything else she might need when a knock sounded against her apartment door. She zipped it up and hauled the bag with her as she made her way to answer the door. She checked the peep and sighed as she unlocked the deadbolt, partially grateful for the distraction before she went back over to the apartment .

"What are you doing here?" she asked as Scott stepped around her and made his way into the living room.

"I got your voicemail yesterday and I was trying to get a hold of you." He answered spotting her bag she dropped next to the door. "You heading back over there?"

"Not that it is any of your business, but yes I am." Maxie snapped and crossed her arms across her chest, "Let's just cut to the chase what are you doing about Lulu?"

Scott shoved his hands in his pockets and frowned, "I'm working on it."

"Yeah, well, you better work a little harder because Lulu is going to be back and I'm not sure Logan is ready to deal with that yet." She pressed.

His face tensed at the mention of his son's name. "How is he doing? Does he need anything?" he asked with concern.

Maxie slung her bag over shoulder and collected her hand bag from the couch, "You're his father why don't you just ask him?"

"Look, the kid wouldn't even call me for a ride home from the hospital. You don't actually think he is going to let me help him do you?" he asked.

"Are you expecting me to feel sorry for you?" she spat. "I know what it's like to have a father who doesn't want to be around. "

Scott took a step closer and leaned in, searching her cool blue eyes. "What game you are playing Maxie? Why are you so suddenly concerned about him? You volunteered right away to help my son when I told you he checked himself out of the hospital. What's in it for you?"

Maxie stepped around him and opened the door, "Look, I agreed to help you out so stop asking so many damn questions and just keep Lulu out of the way."

She opened the trunk of her car, tossed her bag in and slammed it shut, then climbed into the driver's seat. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the steering wheel. Why did everyone think that she had to have some agenda? Couldn't she just simply care about someone?

She wiped the tear that threatened to fall and started the car. She stopped by the Sushi restaurant to pick up some take out for lunch and made her way back to Logan's. She had to circle the lot twice before she whipped into the only empty parking space and spotted Lulu's car one row over.

"Shit." she muttered and collected her things.