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Add to all that her awareness of him, which he felt in spades.
Even in the middle of a grocery store, that damned sexual chemistry arced between them, live, hot and alarmingly real. Possibly the most real thing he’d felt in two long years.
* * *
“TURN IN HERE.”
Logan glanced at her. “What?”
“I need to go to the department store, too. Turn in here.” He’d been silent too long, and she didn’t know if it was because he’d sensed her brother’s nosiness, or his curiosity about her body that kept him brooding.
Neither possibility boded well for her peace of mind.
As he pulled into a parking spot, she opened her seat belt. Already preoccupied with thoughts of her brother and his domineering presence, she said, “You don’t need to wait. Thank you for the lift, but I’ll walk the rest of the way after I’ve finished.”
Before she moved an inch, he caught her arm in a gentle but unbreakable hold. Far too seriously, he said, “I don’t mind waiting.”
He had such big, strong hands, but she couldn’t imagine him ever hurting her. “What happened there?” She nodded at his left hand, braced on the steering wheel. The nail gun had left behind some grisly bruising.
As if he’d forgotten the injury, he looked at it. “I screwed up at work, that’s all.”
Pepper couldn’t resist reaching for his wrist, drawing his hand toward her. At the base of his thumb and halfway up his index finger, purple, blue and green colored his skin. At the fleshiest part of his thumb, where it webbed, she saw a puncture.
“What did you do?” she asked softly, pretending she didn’t already know.
“Drove a nail through it.” He curled his fingers around hers. “It’s fine.”
“Ouch,” she said in sympathy. The urge to kiss his hand nearly overwhelmed her. But she didn’t know for sure if Rowdy had followed them, and she didn’t want to do anything to set off her brother’s temper. When it came to her, he had enough anger for ten men. “Did you go to the hospital?”
“No need. I already had a tetanus shot and I didn’t hit anything vital—just my pride.”
She smiled with him.
Almost as a suggestion, he said, “I’ll be off work for a few days.”
She waited…for what, she wasn’t sure.
“I was hoping we could spend more time together.”
And there it was, the reason for Rowdy’s suspicions. She tried to think of what to say, tried to muster up the conviction to turn him away.
He didn’t give her a chance.
“I have so many things to ask you.”
Alarm took her breath. “Like what?”
Teasing, he kissed the end of her nose, then her cheek and finally her mouth. He lingered, a soft press of lips, breath mingling, heartbeats accelerating. Finally he sat back. “How is it a woman as shy as you are has a rubber handy?”
Oh. Not a horrible question. “I, um…”
“Why don’t you run in the park instead of on a treadmill?”
She winced. She knew sooner or later he’d ask about that. “The thing is…”
He put a finger to her lips. “And why don’t you realize how pretty you could be.”
Could be. Out of all the people who’d looked past her, even through her, did Logan actually see her, not a disguise, not the bland facade, but a real woman? The tension left her shoulders. “Logan.”
“Not that you aren’t cute now.” He ran the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “It’s there, even though you don’t want it to be.”
“It?”
“Your physical appeal. I know you’d rather I didn’t notice, but I can’t seem to help it.”
No, she didn’t want him to see much of anything at all. “I’m not cute.” She really wasn’t. Not like this. “I have mirrors.”
Leaning in for another kiss, he murmured, “If you give me a chance, I can convince you.”
He was soooo tempting. “A chance…how?”
His mouth brushed the corner of hers. “Spend some time with me. We can do dinner out and a movie, or nothing at all. Your choice.”
“But you want to have sex again?” She could care less about the other stuff, but the physical intimacy—she craved a repeat performance.
His mouth quirked. Then he laughed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t object to it.” He traced a fingertip over her jaw, her chin and down her throat. “It doesn’t have to be all or nothing, you know. We can mix it up a little.”
The way he looked at her, almost as if he meant it, as if he really did think her cute, had her drowning in need. She drew in necessary oxygen—and her cell phone buzzed in her purse.
Rowdy.
Oh, God, she had to get away from Logan, and fast. She didn’t know if Rowdy was watching them right now, and she didn’t know if Logan realized her phone was on vibrate. But she’d taken enough chances for one day.
She opened the door and slid off the seat. “Sorry, but I do need to go, and no, I don’t want you to wait for me. Please don’t argue with me, Logan. I want to walk. I need the fresh air.” And then, because that all felt so abrupt and maybe even unkind, she added, “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
Confusion narrowed his eyes. “That was an awful lot, said awfully quick.”
“Logan, please.”
He searched her face, scowled darkly, and nodded. “All right. If you’re sure.”
“I am. Thank you.” She reached for her groceries, but he stopped her.
“I’ll take them home. You can get them from me later.”
Rather than debate with him, she agreed. “Okay, fine.”
“And, Sue?”
She detested that stupid name more each day. “Yes?”
“You’ll answer my questions for me? Tonight at dinner, I mean.”
Right. Rubbers, treadmill and cuteness. She could handle that. “Okay.”
He smiled. “Tonight then.”
She hurried off—forgetting, again—to shuffle her feet.
Rowdy would have her head before this was over.
But if Logan got her body, well then, she’d consider it a fair trade-off.
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