Crazy for Her(44)

That earned her an amused chuckle. Opening his hand, he showed her the GPS. He slipped it into the magazine pouch in front of him and then gestured at Regan. “She travels well.”

Dani glanced at her sleeping daughter. “I thought we’d be going commercial and was worried she would be one of those babies everyone wants to throw out of the plane because they won’t stop crying.”

He touched Regan’s hand and she grasped his finger. “That was one reason I chartered a flight.”

His eyes softened when Regan’s little fingers wrapped around his. He would make a good father. Where did these thoughts keep coming from? Was she falling for him? It wasn’t what she had thought she wanted. Even though he was no longer a SEAL, from what she understood, his company had government contracts. Did he go on secret missions? She had no wish to relive the agony of kissing a man good-bye and then sitting home praying he would return safely. She just couldn’t do it again.

“You’ve gone away. What are you thinking?”

She jerked her gaze to his. “I was wondering exactly what your company does.”

“This and that,” he said with a shrug.

“Such as?”

Maybe he saw the determination in her eyes, because he sighed. “Mostly consulting with companies on security, everything from teaching a CEO’s driver evasive tactics to how to protect their computers from hackers, both domestic and foreign.”

She could live with that, but what wasn’t he telling her? “And the government, what do you do for them? Are you involved in any black ops?”

His eyes shuttered. “I’ll take you on a tour of K2 Special Services while we’re in Pensacola.”

Nothing like evading her question. She would let it go for now, but not for long. “I assume the K is for Kincaid, but why the 2?”

“Stands for two Kincaids. Maria’s shown an interest, and I’m hoping she’ll come on board after she graduates law school.”

It was humbling to think of the two children who’d defied the odds and made something of themselves. Having been born into money and sheltered from the darker side of life, her childhood had been the polar opposite. Her parents donated large sums of money to their favorite charities, held and attended fund-raising events for the less fortunate. It now seemed ironic those occasions usually involved black ties and glittering gowns, champagne and caviar. Had any of those fat checks signed by diamond-clad fingers made a difference in someone’s life the way Mrs. Jankowski had?

Dani couldn’t wait to meet the woman who’d saved a thieving boy and his sister. What would Logan’s future have been if he hadn’t tried to steal from her? She peeked up at the man she liked more and more. He had his GPS out again, studying it. He did love his toys.

“Where do you think you would be today if not for Mrs. Jankowski?”

Black lashes lifted and deep brown eyes focused on her. “In prison or dead.”

And what a gimongous waste that would have been. She reached over and squeezed his hand. “Then I thank God for your Mrs. Jankowski.”

His gaze moved to her hand on his. He turned his palm up and slipped his fingers between hers. “So do I. Every day.”

As they sat in a comfortable silence, Dani closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of touching him, loving the way he made her feel safe and protected. Warmth flowed from his skin into hers, and when he began stroking his thumb over hers, tingles of pleasure floated up her arm, causing goose bumps. She shivered and opened her eyes to find Logan watching her, one side of his mouth curved in a curiously shy smile.

Her heart and stomach reacted as if she were on a roller-coaster ride. “Logan,” she whispered.

“Dani,” he answered, and lowered his mouth to hers.

“Mama,” Regan cried.

Damn, her daughter had the worst timing in the world.

He raised his head, brought her hand to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. “My lady, you could make a man forget his name.”

Dani narrowed her eyes. She had written those exact words. “Have you been reading my books?”

Grinning, he reached down and pulled a paperback out of his tote. Dani read the title. The Countess Takes a Lover. Well, crap, the book in which she’d used him as the model for her hero. Did he realize?

“Is it my imagination or does your hero look a little like me?”

Okay, he did. She didn’t need a mirror to know her face glowed bright red. His amused laughter irritated the hell out of her. Regan cried again and Dani turned her attention to her daughter, glad to have a reason to ignore him.

He picked up the GPS and studied it. “You have about twenty minutes to feed her before we land.”