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house.
    Without wasting a second, he bounded out the door and down the steps, barely registering the driveway’s blanket of new snow on his bare feet.
    He burst into the kitchen to see Olivia’s sister holding a long butcher knife in front of her. Blood dripped onto the wood floor from the gash at the tip of her index finger. The cut didn’t look severe but her chest rose and fell in an unsteady rhythm, almost as if there was another injury he couldn’t see. Her eyes met his, huge against her pale face.
    â€œBlood,” she whispered and he saw a shudder roll through her.
    He took a step into the room but stopped in his tracks as Olivia ran in from the hallway. His mouth dropped open at the sight of her. Water dripped from the ends of her wet hair and little patches of bubbles clung to the strands where they framed her face, almost making a halo effect. She’d obviously just come from the bath and hadn’t bothered to dry off before throwing on the thin white robe that covered her. Covered her without leaving anything to his imagination. The water had soaked through; the soft cotton of the robe clung to her every curve. It molded around her breasts under the now-transparent fabric.
    His eyes flicked down, then back to Millie.
    â€œYou’re hurt.” Olivia dashed forward, grabbing a towel from the counter as she went. As she bent to her knees in front of her sister, the robe sculpted across her back. Logan practically groaned as he glanced to Millie’s face. She still looked dazed but a wan smiled played around the corners of her mouth. Logan realized she knew exactly where his mind had gone.
    â€œIt’s not bad,” Millie whispered, leaning her head against the cabinet. “I just...blood...I’m not good with blood.”
    â€œShh.” Olivia wrapped her sister’s finger in the towel. “We’ll get you cleaned up in no time.”
    â€œYou might want to get dressed first. Not that you look bad for a woman in her thirties.” Millie made a motion toward Olivia with her uninjured hand. “I clearly interrupted your bath and...”
    Olivia let out her own little shriek as she looked down at her robe. She scrambled to her feet, one hand covering her chest as the other grasped the sides of the robe tight together. Her eyes met Logan’s. The blush he found so intriguing colored her neck and face.
    Once again his equilibrium was thrown off balance. He felt a complete lack of control, willpower or the plain decency that should keep him from staring at her when she obviously felt so uncomfortable. He couldn’t stop himself and his eyes raked over her body. His hand rose of its own volition as if he could pull her to him, right here in the middle of the kitchen with her sister as a witness.
    No.
    He jerked back, focused his attention on Mille. “You’ll be fine,” he told her and turned on his heel to stride out the door.
    It slammed shut behind him. He pressed against the house’s brick exterior. Fluffy white snowflakes landed on his face as he took several steadying breaths. He could practically hear them sizzle as they melted against his overheated skin. If he knew one thing for sure, it was that he needed to keep a safe distance from Olivia Wilder.
    Which was his plan until a knock sounded on his door an hour later.
    Olivia stood on the other side, this time dressed in the biggest, frumpiest sweatshirt he’d ever seen. It hid every one of her sweet curves, but that didn’t matter. The memory of them was seared into Logan’s brain.
    She held up a bottle of wine. “I’m sorry.”
    â€œFor what?” His voice sounded gruffer than he’d meant it to.
    â€œThat scene in the kitchen. Millie. This whole day?” She smiled but he saw her chin tremble.
    His resolve crumbled in an instant.
    He motioned her inside. “Would you like a glass?” he asked as he took the wine from her hands, careful not to