"I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. There are no free rooms available," Clarisse, the customer service representative, said. "We have an overflow of people already."

"That's not acceptable," Tamara snapped, her nostrils flaring. "I won't have him staying in my room."

The clerk cowered, but held her ground. "We don't have a spare bed anywhere, madam. I'm sorry. Can I give you a free complimentary visit to our Spa?"

"I don't want to visit the damn spa. I want him out of my room." She slammed her palm on the counter top, but when she noticed everyone's eyes on her, shame filled her. She was a cop, she wasn't supposed to lose her temper, especially in public. "Sorry."

The manager came out from the back and placed his hands on Clarisse's shoulder, letting her know that he'd take over. "What seems to be the problem?"

"I was given a ticket as a gift from my family and no one told me about someone else staying in my room," she explained.

"Well, we do often pair people up in rooms on singles cruises. Although generally, we try to ensure that they are the same gender. Let me see what I can do," he said, turning his attention to the computer. "Clarisse was right. All the rooms are used."

"Give him one of your staff rooms then. I don't care."

"I understand your frustration, Ms. Jackson, but both your names appear on the room list, and we can't make anyone else give up their room for you."

Tamara growled, fighting desperately to keep her tongue in check. This was not going the way she wanted it to, but there didn't appear to be anything anyone could do about it. Maybe, Logan would run into a woman and start staying in her suite.

"We'll give you a complimentary visit to our five star spa and have some extra drinks and chocolates brought up to your room." After a few more clicks, he added, " I've also booked you in for an all-inclusive dinner at our best restaurant onboard, Leonardo's Place."

"Speaking of drinks, we never got the ones that were supposed to be delivered to our room earlier," she mentioned.

"Oh that's because someone needs to be in the room to sign for them."

She rolled her eyes. Of course. They wanted to make things as difficult as possible so they could save money anyway they could. If someone paid for the drinks but didn't bother to inquire about them, well, that just meant more money to stash in their own pockets.

"Dinner has been set for tomorrow evening at 6:30."

Taking a deep breath, she counted to five before responding. "Fine."

How on earth was she going to be able to sleep tonight knowing he was in the bed right beside her? They haven't been in the same room since High School. And the last time they had privacy, things happened that her body has never been able to forget. Things that were already causing her nipples to harden and the fountain inside her to swell up, ready to make an appearance on her underwear.

Damn him.

Pushing herself away from the desk, she stormed towards her room, with Logan right behind her. As she walked, her mind was spinning, trying to think of ways to get out of this situation. If the staff wouldn't help, then she'd have to use her quick thinking.

Stopping in front of her door, she made a show of checking her pockets. "Drat. Seems I left my pass in the room. Hand me yours," she said, holding out her hand.

"No can do, sweetheart. I know that look in your eye." He leaned in close, and she couldn't help but breathe in his fresh, aquatic scent. The man always smelled like he'd just come in from surfing. When he brushed his lips against her neck as he pulled back, Tamara shivered.

"As responsive as ever I see."

She elbowed him and pushed the door open, stomping into the room. It was just like him to invade her personal space. Something he had loved doing before, too. No amount of time would let her forget their bodies entwined in a lover's lock.

"You're a dick," she snapped.

He slipped his shoes off and sat on the bed he was sleeping in earlier. "I think we've already established that."

Tamara flexed her fingers, itching to deck him. The man deserved to be pummeled. She'd been all set to go to dry grad with him. They'd even hired a limo to go in style and he never showed. She'd never seen him again. Whenever she tried to call him to find out what happened, she'd never been able to get through to him.

The pain of that night stayed with her, growing with each passing breakup. Reminding her again and again that men were callous, hard shitheads that would leave you in the lurch. They were a fuck-em-and-leave-em breed. And if that's what they did, then why should she be any different?

She had taken control instead of giving it to them from then on out. She'd leave when she chose to leave and not the other way around. Her heart now belonged to no man or so she had to repeat to herself a hundred times when it started to drift in Logan's direction. Now he was here again, as sexy as ever, and Tamara wanted to ring his neck.

"It's good to see you, Mara."

"Don't call me that!"

If they had cell service, she'd give Caleb and her family an earful. The one thing they didn't give her was an internet or cell phone package, and she didn't feel like going through the hoops to get it.

"You used to love it," Logan said, his eyes following her around the room. Her back was ramrod straight and her hands were rolled into fists as she tried to make sense of their predicament.

Finally she collapsed on the chair by the desk with her back to him, resting her elbow on the desk and her forehead in her hand. "Just leave me alone."

"Mara," he said softly moving onto the bed behind her, resting his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Tamara smacked his hand away and she turned to face him, tears filling her eyes. She wiped them away viciously with her hand. "Your apology is 14 years too late."

Logan watched the tear trail a path down her cheek and sucked in a hard breath, feeling very much like he had just gotten sucker punched in the gut. When he went to reach for her again, she scrambled off the chair, her back against the balcony door.

"Let's get one thing straight. We may have to share a room, but that doesn't give you the right to touch me, kiss me, or anything else. You got that?" He nodded, and then she continued her tirade. "And it doesn't mean I have to talk to you."

Tamara stormed off to the bathroom, leaving him running a hand through his wavy blond hair as a heavy weight settled on his heart. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere without telling her everything.

Walking over to where she had disappeared, he leaned against the wall, staying silent for a moment. He didn't really relish the idea of telling her the truth, especially given that she was a cop. He may be a free man now, but that didn't mean people didn't harbor their own thoughts on the matter.

Logan took a deep breath and ventured into the unknown. "Did anyone tell you why I left?"

"I don't care," came her broken voice.

"I want you to know that I didn't leave you because I wanted to. I didn't have a choice."

She gave him a disgruntled chuckle. "Sure, you didn't."

"I was all set to go to Dry Grad with you. Hell, I paid for the damn limo just the day before."

He had bought his tux and spent every last penny he had to create a special evening for her. He even had a ring tucked away in his pocket and was going to propose later at the hotel. But events didn't play out quite as he had envisioned. Those events brought him to this point, begging for an audience with her.

When Caleb suggested a cruise to him, he knew that this was his one chance to make things right and re-live what should have been the best night of their life. His past was in the past now and he was ready to live out his future—if she'd have him.

"I even bought you a turquoise corsage," he said. The bathroom was silent, except for the odd sniffle that seemed to find its way through the cracks. Knowing she was crying hit him like a bulldozer. "Please, Mara, we need to talk."

Flipping the lock, she opened the door. Her eyes were red and puffy, her tear-stained cheeks were rosy, and yet, she looked like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Man, you're gorgeous."

"You wanna talk," she said, squaring off with him, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. "Talk! You only get one chance so you better make it damn good."

"I was in jail."