wrapped around her shoulders.
“Please don’t tell me they need me back in there yet,” she said. “I’d just like to rest my feet for a few minutes.”
“No, I just came out to get some air.”
He got the feeling she wanted him to go away, which caused Logan’s perversity to kick in. Instead of leaving, he took a seat beside her and leaned back against the wall of the church.
“You put on a nice wedding.”
Her response was more of a grunt than a laugh. “Thanks. I’ll have to put it on my résumé.” She didn’t say anything else, and he decided to let the silence stretch between them. To his surprise, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
After several minutes, she sighed and stood. “See you inside.”
Logan watched her go, his thoughts jumbled. He didn’t know many women outside the military who had the ability to sit quietly and not feel the need to fill the silence with chatter. Hell, he didn’t know many men who could do it, either. He wasn’t sure whether Amelia had kept quiet because she didn’t need to speak or out of a desire to not talk to him in particular.
Either way, sitting beside her in the dark had been intimate, one of the very scenarios he needed to avoid with Amelia. He couldn’t help running through all the things that could have happened had they not been so antagonistic toward one another. His imaginings started with a kiss and ended… well, they ended in a place they shouldn’t, in Logan’s bed. Even the cold chill of the December night couldn’t quell his desire.
“It’s going to be a long night,” he told the starry sky as he stood, adjusting his clothing to hide his erection. It took several minutes of pacing beside the icy creek that ran behind the church before he was presentable enough to go back inside. “Just from a few minutes of sitting beside her. God help me.”
His hip twinged as he went up the three steps that led to the door, and Logan gave a bitter laugh. It wasn’t enough that he desired a woman he could never have, but his injuries were apparently deciding to make themselves known. “Probably thanks to the damp and the cold.”
Most of the time Logan played down the injuries he’d sustained. He had learned very quickly to hide his pain from Archer, as it worried his brother. But tonight he was tempted to use the wounds as an excuse to get away from the church. Away from Amelia.
Much more time in her presence and he wouldn’t be responsible for his own actions. Somehow he didn’t think throwing Amelia over his shoulder and making for his cave would be an appropriate ending to Logan and Emma’s wedding.
Chapter Seven
A melia grabbed a ride back to her house with Ben, Ainsley, and Jonah. It was late, almost midnight, by the time they left the church. They had to be back early the next morning to clean up from the ceremony, but she was so tired she felt like she could sleep until Monday.
“So what’s up with Logan?” Ben asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.
She shifted in her seat and put her feet in Jonah’s lap, whimpering as he slid her shoes off and started rubbing her feet. “You may have to carry me inside. I don’t know if I can stand to put those shoes back on,” she told him before addressing Ben. “What do you mean, what’s up with Logan?”
Her brother’s shrug was a little too nonchalant for her comfort. “Nothing. It’s just that he was awfully interested in who you were dancing with tonight. By the way, Jonah, you’re too old for her.”
Amelia sat up a little as everyone snickered. “He’s what?”
“Logan thinks Jonah is too old for you.”
In the front seat, Ainsley reached over and laid her hand on Ben’s shoulder. “Did you set him straight? Tell him that Jonah’s gay?”
“I did not. I was enjoying watching him turn green with jealousy too much. So what’s going on with the two of you, Pip?” He glanced at her in the rearview mirror.
Her cheeks felt like they were sunburned, they were so hot.
“Please don’t tell me they need me back in there yet,” she said. “I’d just like to rest my feet for a few minutes.”
“No, I just came out to get some air.”
He got the feeling she wanted him to go away, which caused Logan’s perversity to kick in. Instead of leaving, he took a seat beside her and leaned back against the wall of the church.
“You put on a nice wedding.”
Her response was more of a grunt than a laugh. “Thanks. I’ll have to put it on my résumé.” She didn’t say anything else, and he decided to let the silence stretch between them. To his surprise, it wasn’t uncomfortable.
After several minutes, she sighed and stood. “See you inside.”
Logan watched her go, his thoughts jumbled. He didn’t know many women outside the military who had the ability to sit quietly and not feel the need to fill the silence with chatter. Hell, he didn’t know many men who could do it, either. He wasn’t sure whether Amelia had kept quiet because she didn’t need to speak or out of a desire to not talk to him in particular.
Either way, sitting beside her in the dark had been intimate, one of the very scenarios he needed to avoid with Amelia. He couldn’t help running through all the things that could have happened had they not been so antagonistic toward one another. His imaginings started with a kiss and ended… well, they ended in a place they shouldn’t, in Logan’s bed. Even the cold chill of the December night couldn’t quell his desire.
“It’s going to be a long night,” he told the starry sky as he stood, adjusting his clothing to hide his erection. It took several minutes of pacing beside the icy creek that ran behind the church before he was presentable enough to go back inside. “Just from a few minutes of sitting beside her. God help me.”
His hip twinged as he went up the three steps that led to the door, and Logan gave a bitter laugh. It wasn’t enough that he desired a woman he could never have, but his injuries were apparently deciding to make themselves known. “Probably thanks to the damp and the cold.”
Most of the time Logan played down the injuries he’d sustained. He had learned very quickly to hide his pain from Archer, as it worried his brother. But tonight he was tempted to use the wounds as an excuse to get away from the church. Away from Amelia.
Much more time in her presence and he wouldn’t be responsible for his own actions. Somehow he didn’t think throwing Amelia over his shoulder and making for his cave would be an appropriate ending to Logan and Emma’s wedding.
Chapter Seven
A melia grabbed a ride back to her house with Ben, Ainsley, and Jonah. It was late, almost midnight, by the time they left the church. They had to be back early the next morning to clean up from the ceremony, but she was so tired she felt like she could sleep until Monday.
“So what’s up with Logan?” Ben asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.
She shifted in her seat and put her feet in Jonah’s lap, whimpering as he slid her shoes off and started rubbing her feet. “You may have to carry me inside. I don’t know if I can stand to put those shoes back on,” she told him before addressing Ben. “What do you mean, what’s up with Logan?”
Her brother’s shrug was a little too nonchalant for her comfort. “Nothing. It’s just that he was awfully interested in who you were dancing with tonight. By the way, Jonah, you’re too old for her.”
Amelia sat up a little as everyone snickered. “He’s what?”
“Logan thinks Jonah is too old for you.”
In the front seat, Ainsley reached over and laid her hand on Ben’s shoulder. “Did you set him straight? Tell him that Jonah’s gay?”
“I did not. I was enjoying watching him turn green with jealousy too much. So what’s going on with the two of you, Pip?” He glanced at her in the rearview mirror.
Her cheeks felt like they were sunburned, they were so hot.
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