Amy began to blush. Was he hitting on her?
Despite his strong jawline and his deep blue eyes, there was something boyish and carefree about Logan’s appearance. Maybe growing up outrageously wealthy had that affect on people, Amy thought. "So what's a guy like you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"
"Oh, it's not so bad. There's plenty to see and to do. It's a vacation town, you know. People come here to unwind, relax. It's something I'm good at. I'm told I have a way of helping people open up and have a good time. Plus nobody looks at you if you wear boots."#p#分页标题#e#
"You help people open up?" Amy asked. "And how do you do that?"
"I see something I want, and I go for it. I don't hesitate."
Amy laughed. "You sound like more than a few men I know."
Logan shook his head and flashed a smile. "There's no other man like me."
"What's that supposed to mean? Hell, I have a husband just like you, right down to the cocky attitude and the money to back it up." Amy wondered how far she could push Logan before he pushed back. "Of course, he earned his money. Self-made men tend to have a certain appeal."
"Well, lucky for you, I'm not your husband. For one, I’m not interested in putting all of my effort into money."
"So aside from having a rich father what else makes you different?"
“You get to the point, I like that. If you’d believe it, not many people talk that way to me.”
“I tell men to face the truth for a living. Then I help them hide it.”
“I’ve heard all about what you do for a living.”
“Oh really?” Amy asked. “From who?”
“Your husband, last time he was here. Now what kind of truth are you helping him hide?”
Amy decided not to answer his question. “Why do you think my husband has something to hide?”
“You didn’t answer my question. But I’ll answer yours. What makes me different from your husband? Well, I'm here and he isn't. That’s one difference." As he finished his sentence he raised an eyebrow a little, just enough to leave his suggestion as a suggestion without crossing the line.
Aside from Ethan, no one had talked to Amy like this in a long time. In DC, her reputation preceded her wherever she went. Men, no matter how determined or charming, knew better than to blatantly hit on her. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed it.
"So is that your thing?" she asked. "You find some rich men's wives and show them a good time? You're their big, strong country boy?"
"I'd object to you using the term boy, but something along those lines."
"Don't you care that they're married?"
"They don't seem to mind." Logan replied. His grin grew wider. “Generally if they do, they let me know before I try anything.”
As they talked more, Amy realized that Logan was exactly the man Ethan had pretended to be, all appetite and desire, fully living in the moment. There was something dangerous about it. And the fact that she shouldn't be talking to him like this made him that much more interesting. "So how far is this drive?" Amy asked.
"It's a ways out of town," Logan replied. "But no one will be around for a few hours. My father's holed up in his office until end of business just like every other day."
"Why aren't you?"
Logan laughed. "What about me makes you think I'd have any interest in oil and gas when I have a much more interesting task at hand now?"
"You mean driving me around?"
"Something like that. I can bring you up to the house, and you can sit around for a few hours, or you and I can get in a little trouble, just enough to make the time go by." When he sensed Amy’s hesitancy, Logan raised both hands off the wheel and held them in the air. "I promise, I'll return you to your husband just the way I found you."
Amy wanted to reach over and grab the wheel, but stayed frozen. "Are you crazy?" she asked.
"Just enough to really live," Logan replied.
"Then put your hands back on the damn wheel. You want to show me around town, that's fine. You can give me the tour, and then we'll head up to the house. How far is it back to town?"
"Only a few minutes,” Logan said. “We've been heading there the whole time. Don't worry, I know just the place. You'll love it."
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Ten minutes later, Amy was standing inside a good old country bar. Well, it looked like a country bar, which is to say it was filled with western décor and had country music playing in the background, but it was filled with rich folks in ski gear. Amy motioned to Logan. "This is what you thought I'd love? I could have stayed in DC if I wanted to hang out with a bunch of rich old men. I expected more from you."