Crazy for Her(50)

“Gan,” Regan said, and reached for him.

Logan handed Dani the flower, and accompanied it with a gentle kiss on her lips. “Good morning.”

Oh, my. She smiled at him. “Good morning to you.”

“Trade you.” He pulled a table next to her, put the cup on it, and took Regan from her.

Dani swirled the rose, pleased by the gesture. For sure, the man was worming his way into her heart, and the silly thing was letting him in despite her mind arguing against it. She sipped her coffee. “Hazelnut,” she sighed, savoring the rich flavor of the coffee. “I was going to ask you to stop by the store today to pick some up.”

His gaze settled on her, his look curling her toes. “I know it’s your favorite, so I went out this morning and got some.”

“Oh. Well, thanks.” How sweet was that? Coffee and a flower delivered by a hot man. Great way to start the day.

“How’s my favorite girl?” He lifted Regan in the air and blew on her stomach, making her giggle.

“Are you asking me or her?”

He set Regan on the floor and came to Dani’s chair. Putting his hands on the back, enclosing her in, he stared at her lips. They tingled in anticipation. Slowly, so achingly slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers. She wrapped her fingers on the arm of the chair to keep from putting her hands behind his neck and yanking him to her. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but soft and tender, one promising there was more to come.

Lifting away, he brushed his finger over her bottom lip. “I was asking the baby. I’ll get to you later.”

The air swished out of her lungs. God, she wanted to jump his bones. She’d always liked sex in the mornings, and if Regan hadn’t been playing at their feet, she would have probably dragged him to the bed.

Then she noticed something else. Other than when he’d showered using her bay soap, she’d never smelled a scent on him. “You smell nice.”

His smile was secretive, as if he knew something she didn’t. He picked up Regan. “I’ll entertain this one while you get dressed. If you like, I’ll show you around K2 this morning.”

“I would like that.”

“Good. Mrs. Jankowski will have breakfast ready in about thirty minutes.”

Dani finished her coffee and worked to get her breathing back to normal. When she thought her legs could support her again, she stood and glanced around the room. Spying a small vase on the dresser, she filled it with water in the bathroom and put the rose in it, setting it on the night table.

She dressed and headed downstairs. Logan’s house was amazing, and when she’d toured it the night before with Maria, she hadn’t been able to appreciate the incredible views from each room. It must be totally awesome to live right on the beach.

The first floor was open, with no walls between the great room, dining room, and kitchen. The furniture was classically simple; the off-white walls and accent colors of teal and peach were perfect for a beach house. Her favorite feature was the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The house and furnishings were obviously very expensive and not what she’d expected. Logan was full of surprises. She turned to the kitchen to see him watching her from a bar stool at the granite-topped island. Regan sat in front of him on the counter, banging a wooden spoon on it.

Lord help her. He was stealing his way into her heart, and she still didn’t know if she was ready for more than a romp between the sheets. Before she could allow their relationship to go past a hot affair, she needed to know if he involved himself in dangerous missions. She hoped to learn the answer when they toured his company. Taking a deep breath, she joined him at the counter.



 Dani studied the nondescript brick building devoid of any signage. “I’m guessing the company name’s not on the building because you prefer to keep a low profile.”

“Correct. It’s not that someone can’t find us if they want to, but no need for the locals to wonder what K2 does.”

It was the same for the black Chevy Malibu with tinted windows they were in—not a car anyone would pay attention to. But she’d seen the classic Mustang and another Harley-Davidson in his garage.

How many women had he taken for rides in the convertible sports car or on the bike? For sure, she’d been way off base in her assumption of his financial status. Although she didn’t care if he had money, it eased her mind to know that they were on more equal footing than she’d thought.

When she reached for the door handle, he touched her arm.

“Wait.” Exiting, he came around the car, opened her door, and offered his hand. When she was standing in front of him, he twirled a lock of her hair around his finger and brought it to his nose. “You smell like flowers today.”