Amy laughed. “Look, he’s just keeping me company until my husband gets back into town. If I had a choice in the matter, I’d be back home with a book and a hot bath.”
“Hot baths are Logan’s specialty,” the bartender replied.
“I’m sorry,” Amy said, “but I think you have the wrong idea here. Do you two have a history or something?”
“One far too long to get into here,” the bartender said before heading back down to the other bar. “Just remember, men always want something from you.”
“For once, that’s the appeal,” Amy said, but the bartender had walked away without waiting to hear her. Amy rolled her eyes and turned around to watch Logan finish a song before announcing a break. He caught her glance and gave her a wink as he said the band would take a quick break. Amy leaned one elbow against the bar and waited for him to come to her.
She could see his smile from across the room, and she could feel her pulse quicken as he crossed the crowd toward her. She imagined their exchange, the playful back and forth, the exchange of glances. She’d brush back her hair and say how surprised she was that his band was good. He’d smile and place his hand on her arm before leaning in to say something funny and flirty before letting her know exactly what he wanted.
Logan walked around to the bar and poured himself a drink. “What did you think?” he said with that cocky look Amy had already grown used to seeing.
“Not bad,” she said.
“I was thinking of ending the set early. How about you join me back at my place?” Logan said.
So much for the flirtation, Amy thought. “Why?” she asked.
“Why not?” Logan replied.
“That sounds... a bit forward of you, doesn’t it?”
“Isn’t that the appeal?”
“Excuse me?” Amy said. She could barely hear Logan above the din of the bar.
He looked down at the ring on her finger. “What exactly do you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“Can we go outside for a moment?” Amy asked.
Logan motioned off to the side. “We can talk in the back room.”
Amy thought for a moment about what it would look like for her to slip off with Jackson Hole’s most eligible bachelor and placed her drink down. She watched Logan slip behind the door, and she took a deep breath to follow.
As she closed the door behind her, Amy smiled at Logan. It was almost a reflex, the way she always smiled when entering a room, wanting to appear friendly and kind. It was a defense, and when she realized she was smiling, she stopped. “I don’t know what you want from me,” she said.#p#分页标题#e#
“From you?” Logan replied. “I think I’ve been pretty clear. I’m not the one who’s married. I think we could have some fun together.”
“What about my husband?” Amy asked.
“Not really my thing,” Logan replied with a laugh.
“I mean does that bother you?”
Logan shook his head. “I’m drawn to what I can’t have. Have you ever felt that pull, knowing something is forbidden but just within reach?”
Amy wanted to say yes. She wanted to say that she wasn’t really married, and that if it weren’t for the business deal, she’d give in to her attraction to Logan and make out with him right there in the bar, but that wasn’t who she was, and, as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t find the words to express how badly she wanted just for a moment to give in and take what she wanted. She wanted to tell him how she felt like Ethan was toying with her, kissing her one moment, pretending everything was all business the next, and that she appreciated the crystal clarity of Logan’s base intentions. Instead, she smiled at him and said, “I thought you had everything.”
“Not yet,” Logan replied. He looked down for a moment and pulled out his phone to check the time. “I have to go back on.” He slipped the phone in his pocket and then placed his hands on Amy’s hips. “Think about what you want.”
***
Back at the bar, Amy watched the rest of the set, as Logan and his band mates played and sang their hearts out., everything from country songs to Tom Petty covers, whatever they felt like playing. She had to admit he was pretty good at it, and the way he would look over to her in between songs and while he sang made her heart race. If Ethan had even shown up or called or generally given a damn, she would have been with him, back at the lodge, enjoying a drink with Hank or maybe by themselves, maybe in front of a fireplace. That seemed like a nice fantasy. But it was just that: a fantasy. She didn’t know where Ethan was or what he wanted from her, and here was Logan, practically throwing himself at her, offering up his body and, well, what more did she expect from him?