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that he still got a pretty good signal out here in the woods and dialed Graham’s direct line at Vircolac.
“Vircolac,” a perky feminine voice announced. “We bring good things back to life.”
Logan snorted out a laugh. “What, is that a new ad slogan?”
“It’s still in testing. The first focus group yielded mixed results. How are you, Logan? Arrived safely in the wild, untamed north?”
“Missy, I’m only a hundred and thirty-six miles north of Manhattan, and the last yeti from these parts became a stockbroker back in eighty-seven. But I’m fine.
Thanks.”
“Spoilsport.” She sounded remarkably unfazed by the correction. “How are things going so far? Did the new alpha make a good first impression?” Logan’s mind instantly conjured up the sight of Honor silhouetted in the bathroom doorway the instant before she had noticed him. The light and steam behind her had outlined her in lush detail, emphasizing the soft curves of her 58
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breasts, those long legs, and the luscious flare of her hips. He felt his body stirring at the memory and cleared his throat. “I’m reserving judgment.” Missy snorted. “Just like a man. I assume you called to talk to my mate, not to me, right?”
The question caught Logan unaware. Not because the answer wasn’t yes, but because he realized that for the first time since he’d originally met Missy Roper Winters, he really would rather talk to her husband than to her. The epiphany almost knocked him over. Missy hadn’t caused the erection he could feel straining against his jeans—zip front, this time—as they talked; Honor had. He’d been fine until his mind had conjured up that image of the lithe brunette poised in the bathroom door wearing nothing more than a towel. And when he let his mind wander along its favorite path, he imagined Honor’s pale, creamy skin and dark, curling hair, not Missy’s blond, curvy figure. It amazed him.
“Logan?”
The quiet question shook him out of his meditation. “Right. Sorry, Miss.
Yeah, I do need to talk to Graham. Is he around?”
“Sure. He was just showing Ava the door. She stopped over to see Roarke, and Graham never rests easy until he’s seen her taxi pull away. I imagine he’ll be back any second.”
Logan could hardly blame Graham. Of all Missy’s close friends, Ava Markham inspired the greatest sense of fear and awe. An unrepentant matchmaker, she’d tried her hand at setting up just about everyone she knew at one time or another. Now, her erstwhile victims spent most of their time praying for the day when someone would turn the tables on her. “Right. Should I call back?”
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He heard a shuffling sound as the receiver was passed from one had to the other, then a rough growl replaced Missy’s light, feminine voice in his ear.
“What’s up?”
Logan felt his eyebrow arching. “Nice to talk to you, too. I’m fine, thanks.
Didn’t sleep that well last night, but somehow I’m not feeling all that many ill effects. Must be the water up here.”
“Can it, Hunter. It’s been a lousy day.”
“I heard. Ava paid a visit, huh? Having the place fumigated?”
“Not yet. Maybe when Missy takes Roarke to the park later. So what’s the news?”
“I’m here.”
Pause.
“That’s it? That’s the news?”
“Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“Yeah, but they could at least say, ‘we’re here and we put down some rocks,’
right?”
“Okay. I’m here, and I’ve met Tate’s daughter.” Another pause.
“And?”
“There’s not much else to tell. I’ve only been here,” he glanced at his watch,
“fifteen hours, and most people around here were asleep for a good eight or nine of those.” He and Honor hadn’t, but he saw no need to bog the conversation down with details.
“Yeah, but you’ve had time to form a first impression, haven’t you?” Logan paused, reluctant to say anything. On
“Vircolac,” a perky feminine voice announced. “We bring good things back to life.”
Logan snorted out a laugh. “What, is that a new ad slogan?”
“It’s still in testing. The first focus group yielded mixed results. How are you, Logan? Arrived safely in the wild, untamed north?”
“Missy, I’m only a hundred and thirty-six miles north of Manhattan, and the last yeti from these parts became a stockbroker back in eighty-seven. But I’m fine.
Thanks.”
“Spoilsport.” She sounded remarkably unfazed by the correction. “How are things going so far? Did the new alpha make a good first impression?” Logan’s mind instantly conjured up the sight of Honor silhouetted in the bathroom doorway the instant before she had noticed him. The light and steam behind her had outlined her in lush detail, emphasizing the soft curves of her 58
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breasts, those long legs, and the luscious flare of her hips. He felt his body stirring at the memory and cleared his throat. “I’m reserving judgment.” Missy snorted. “Just like a man. I assume you called to talk to my mate, not to me, right?”
The question caught Logan unaware. Not because the answer wasn’t yes, but because he realized that for the first time since he’d originally met Missy Roper Winters, he really would rather talk to her husband than to her. The epiphany almost knocked him over. Missy hadn’t caused the erection he could feel straining against his jeans—zip front, this time—as they talked; Honor had. He’d been fine until his mind had conjured up that image of the lithe brunette poised in the bathroom door wearing nothing more than a towel. And when he let his mind wander along its favorite path, he imagined Honor’s pale, creamy skin and dark, curling hair, not Missy’s blond, curvy figure. It amazed him.
“Logan?”
The quiet question shook him out of his meditation. “Right. Sorry, Miss.
Yeah, I do need to talk to Graham. Is he around?”
“Sure. He was just showing Ava the door. She stopped over to see Roarke, and Graham never rests easy until he’s seen her taxi pull away. I imagine he’ll be back any second.”
Logan could hardly blame Graham. Of all Missy’s close friends, Ava Markham inspired the greatest sense of fear and awe. An unrepentant matchmaker, she’d tried her hand at setting up just about everyone she knew at one time or another. Now, her erstwhile victims spent most of their time praying for the day when someone would turn the tables on her. “Right. Should I call back?”
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He heard a shuffling sound as the receiver was passed from one had to the other, then a rough growl replaced Missy’s light, feminine voice in his ear.
“What’s up?”
Logan felt his eyebrow arching. “Nice to talk to you, too. I’m fine, thanks.
Didn’t sleep that well last night, but somehow I’m not feeling all that many ill effects. Must be the water up here.”
“Can it, Hunter. It’s been a lousy day.”
“I heard. Ava paid a visit, huh? Having the place fumigated?”
“Not yet. Maybe when Missy takes Roarke to the park later. So what’s the news?”
“I’m here.”
Pause.
“That’s it? That’s the news?”
“Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“Yeah, but they could at least say, ‘we’re here and we put down some rocks,’
right?”
“Okay. I’m here, and I’ve met Tate’s daughter.” Another pause.
“And?”
“There’s not much else to tell. I’ve only been here,” he glanced at his watch,
“fifteen hours, and most people around here were asleep for a good eight or nine of those.” He and Honor hadn’t, but he saw no need to bog the conversation down with details.
“Yeah, but you’ve had time to form a first impression, haven’t you?” Logan paused, reluctant to say anything. On
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