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“Un-fucking-believable,” Logan scoffed as he crossed the office. “A ring and everything, huh? I’m assuming it’s hot cheetah pants from last week, right?”
Cole couldn’t help but laugh at that description. He knew Rachel would get a kick out of being described that way. She’s definitely not a cheetah, but she’s a tigress, for sure. “Yes, a ring and everything, and her name is Rachel.”
Logan pushed his hands into his suit pockets and rocked back on his heels, letting out a long whistle. “Oh boy.”
“What?” Cole responded to the intentional provoking before he could help himself.
“You’re so screwed.”

“Oh, look who’s here. It’s Mrs. Madison.”
Cole felt Rachel stiffen as she looked over her shoulder to stare at Logan.
“I see you heard,” she said, trying for light but coming off tense.
“And I see you’re still a hot piece of—”
“Logan,” Cole growled as he rubbed himself up against Rachel, who had turned back into him. “Are you here for a reason?”
“Well, of course. I didn’t come all the way down to your office in the hopes of catching you with your pants down…well, not literally anyway.” He paused.
If Cole had thought that was the end of it, he was sadly mistaken.
“Good to see that I found the hot cheetah with her hands down her pants instead. It makes this much more interesting for me, I must say.”