Crazy for Her(16)

“I was perfectly fine. Nothing’s going to happen in broad daylight with cars passing by.”

“You don’t know that. We don’t know who he is or what he’s capable of. So nothing unusual happened?”

“No, Logan, nothing unusual happened. A black truck slowed down, but that happens sometimes. I’m going to take a shower.”

She turned to leave, and he caught her by the arm. “What kind of black truck?” She looked at the fingers digging into her flesh. He loosened his hold. “Describe it. In detail.”

Her gaze lifted to his. “You’re scaring me.”

About fucking time. She had yet to take this as seriously as she needed to, and that was always the mistake of a cherry soldier. They just didn’t get it, until they did or died. If something happened to Dani, he would never get over it.

“The truck, describe it.”

She pulled her arm away. “It was just a black pickup with dark tinted windows. The kind of truck every third good ol’ mountain boy drives.”

Christ Jesus. The bad guy had been close enough to grab her. Up was down and out was in. If he had a damn Dani GPS, he thought stupidly, he might not have lost all sense of right and wrong. But he didn’t, so when he pulled her into his arms and soundly kissed her, he blamed her for his taking a wrong turn.

Logan was vaguely aware at first that her hands pushed against his chest, but when sanity began to creep back into his brain and he tried to pull away, she grabbed him around his neck and held tight. Her lips were soft, the inside of her mouth hot. He stopped thinking, closed his eyes, and lost himself in the kiss. He licked her teeth, he licked at the insides of her cheeks, and he sucked on her tongue. He did all that once and it was so good, he did it again. She tasted like heaven and he was in hell.

Remember Evan. The two words were as effective as being doused with ice on an already cold day. He stumbled back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to do that.”

Hurt flashed in her eyes. “Bastard,” she said, and walked away.

“You don’t understand,” he told the empty room. He did want to. Wanted very much to do it. Had since the day he first saw her in Sinner’s Bar. But she belonged to Evan.

What Logan wanted didn’t count.

Restless, he decided to go check on the camera he’d placed in the oak. Since Dani’s stalker had just driven by, it was a safe bet he wouldn’t be in the tree. Although Logan wished the man were there so this could end today and he could go home, safely putting seven hundred miles between him and temptation.



 Dani slammed the bathroom drawer closed. Why had Logan kissed her if he didn’t want to? Adjusting the water temperature to warm, she stepped into the shower and lifted her face to the spray. She tried to recall the look in his eyes right before the kiss. He’d been angry, but also worried about her. Which emotion drove the kiss, the anger or his concern? Did it matter?

He was the most exasperating man. One minute he looked at her as if he might devour her and the next his expression turned guarded, his eyes distant. The kiss surprised her and so had her reaction. The last man whose lips had touched hers had been Evan, and that had been long enough ago to forget how good it felt to be held in a man’s arms and feel his mouth on hers.

She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, her question still unanswered. Why had Logan kissed her if he didn’t want to? Ever since he had arrived, needs long dormant were stirring. She had no interest in marrying again, at least for a long time. The life she’d created for her and Regan was near perfect, and she didn’t need anyone messing it up.

What she wanted was a torrid, mind-blowing affair with a hot, mouthwatering man. And she wanted that man to be Logan. A frustrated chuckle escaped. If he knew the direction her thoughts were taking, he would jump on his “it goes very fast” Harley and disappear before she could say Davidson.

In her bedroom, she grabbed a T-shirt and threw it on the bed. She stopped, looked at it, and smiled. Change of plans.

Once she was dressed, she went to the living room, pausing in the doorway. Logan sat on the couch, holding Regan. He brought a spoon to Regan’s mouth, and her daughter—obviously still in the throes of adoration if her intent focus on Logan meant anything—obediently opened her mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he purred.

Regan gave him a smile Dani had never seen before. My God, the little stinker’s flirting with him. Smothering a chuckle, she stepped into the room. Regan noticed her first.

“Mama!”

Logan glanced up, did a double take, and gave Dani a slow perusal, causing her body to ripple in awareness. Judging by the heat in his eyes, the little spaghetti-strap sundress made of fine white gauze was met with approval.