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Montana.
    â€œShe’s gone too damned far this time.” He ground out the words, rising to his feet. First it was Morty and the dogs. Now this. She’d not only rearranged his furniture, she’d put some of those damned crushed weeds she called potpourri somewhere in the room. He couldn’t see it, but he could damned well smell it.
    What was next? Would she be trying to rearrange the plumbing in the bathroom tomorrow?
    Gingerly putting weight on his injured foot, he limped out into the hall. It was time somebody told Ms. Busybody to leave things the hell alone.

Five
    C assie awoke to someone pounding on her door and bellowing like an enraged bull. Switching on the bedside lamp, she kicked the covers aside and jumped to her feet. If Logan Murdock woke the twins, she’d have his head on a silver platter.
    Throwing open the door, she hissed, “Lower your voice before you wake the girls.” She stopped short when she saw the dark scowl lining his brow. “Is something wrong?”
    â€œYou could say that.” He gave her a tight smile. “You’ve gone too far this time, lady,” he added, his voice sounding a lot like a growling animal.
    She took a step back. “What do you mean?”
    â€œFirst there was Morty and the dogs.”
    â€œM-Morty?”
    â€œI let that slide.” He advanced a step.
    She retreated half a step. “Wh-what dogs?”
    â€œBut not this.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” she asked, sidestepping one of the twins’ teddy bears lying on the hardwood floor. Had Logan slipped downstairs and hit his head? Was that why he was being irrational? Why did he think she’d know anything about some man named Morty and his dogs?
    â€œYou know damn good and well what I’m talking about,” he said, moving forward.
    â€œNo, I don’t,” she said, retreating another step.
    He advanced. “You invaded my personal space. What the hell made you think you could rearrange my bedroom?”
    â€œYou told me I could.”
    â€œLike hell I did.” He started toward her again, but suddenly stumbled and, lunging forward, crashed into her, knocking her off her feet in a flying tackle.
    Cassie had no time to react as Logan’s arms closed around her a split second before they landed on the bed in an undignified heap. Flat on her back with him on top of her, she lay in stunned silence for several seconds as she tried to gather her wits about her.
    All that registered was the fact that Logan’s weight pressed her into the mattress, his hard muscles touching her from shoulders to knees. The feel of his bare chest against her cheek, the sound of his rather unsteady heartbeat beneath her ear and the mingled scents of leather and man assaulted her senses, making her traitorous body tingle to life.
    â€œAre you all right?” he asked, leaning back to look down at her.
    â€œYes.”
    He glanced over the side of the bed. “What’s a teddy bear doing in the middle of the floor?”
    She blinked. How was she supposed to form a rational answer with his warm breath whispering over her cheek and his lips hovering just above hers? “It fell from the shelf…when you pounded on the door.”
    Logan looked down at the woman in his arms. Her soft body felt good beneath his. Real good. When her expressive green gaze met his, he groaned. Along with stunned disbelief and apprehension, he saw the same awareness that gripped him, watched it turn into the undeniable spark of desire as she stared up at him.
    He knew for a fact that he’d lost what little sense he had left, but as the blood rushed from his brain to the region below his belt, he could no more stop himself from kissing her than he could keep the sun from rising in the east each morning. Besides, kissing Cassie was much more appealing than continuing to read her the riot act over a damned stuffed moose and rearranged furniture.
    Lowering his