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father's friend listened to me and helped me convince my father that my choice was a good one."
And then he'd run out of the house and broken several speed limits to get to Elena's, afraid even to risk an explanation over the phone. Hell only turned hotter as he missed her at the house, then at the high
school. Finally, he'd sat outside her house until she'd arrived home. She'd been so angry that he'd not known what to say to her or even how to begin to make it up to her.
And she'd been so beautiful he'd found it difficult to find his tongue.
But then he'd discovered she was sixteen. Just turned sixteen! Her grandmother had called her inside, explaining to him in halting English that sophomores in high school had early curfews. '*You should have told me your age. I was stunned."
She shrugged. "What did my age matter? You didn't think I was good enough for you."
Logan shook his head. "I swear to you, that wasn't ever in my mind. And I wish I could take back how standing you up led you to that conclusion. If I could have prevented that, I would have. But there was another obstacle between us, Elena. Much more basic than what side of town we lived on or how late I was that night."
Her eyebrows rose. "What do you mean?"
"I think we might have made it past that mess— been laughing about it now—^if I'd called you again. If we'd made a date for the next night or the next week. Do you agree?"
She slid her hand from his and crossed her arms over her chest, regarding him out of narrowed, wary eyes. "Maybe. Okay, probably yes."
"Well, there's a very good reason that I didn't and it wasn't that I thought you weren't good enough for
me." He paused, then confessed the truth. *lt was that I thought you were too young for me...for the way you made me feel and what I wanted to do about it. For what I wanted to do with you."
Chapter Five
Oena was half a diet cola and four pretzels into her Friday-night routine when she heard a rap on her door. Startled, she knocked to the floor the paperwork she'd been looking over while at the same time watching ''Jeopardy." Before she could regather the papers, the rap sounded again. Elena grumbled beneath her breath and rose to her feet.
Gabby had already left for a date with Tyler, but apparently she'd forgotten something, including her key. Elena strode across the floor and pulled open the door. "What—"
But it was Logan there, not her sister.
**—^are you doing here?" she finished lamely.
*1 need you..."
Her mind spun off for a delirious moment
**...not to make a liar out of me," he finished.
She crossed her arms over her chest, immediately wary of whatever he had up his sleeve this time. Late last night she'd let him in and that had resulted in the uncomfortable rehash of their shared past.
Worse, shell-shocked by his admission that eleven years ago she'd been too young for what he'd wanted to do with her, she'd actually agreed to let that past go and be his Mend!
Without waiting for an invitation, Logan strolled into her apartment and she sighed again, shutting the door behind him. In a pair of worn jeans and an oxford-cloth shirt rolled up to the elbows, he looked nothing like the scion of the richest family in town. He looked too casual for that.
But he also looked delicious. Goldenly handsome and ready to charm.
**What exactly do you want, Logan?" She didn't sound as cranky as she'd like. The fact was, whatever resentment she'd harbored, whatever image she'd created of Logan in her mind over the years since the senior prom, had mostly been put to rest months ago.
Once she'd spent a littie time with him as an adult, she'd acknowledged to herself that he wasn't the snob she'd imagined, despite his family's wealth and prominence. The barbs she'd launched his way had been for self-protection. He was still too attractive and she still didn't want to risk succumbing to the feeUng.
"I need you to go out with me tonight," he said.
'"What?" Wait a minute. That was going
And then he'd run out of the house and broken several speed limits to get to Elena's, afraid even to risk an explanation over the phone. Hell only turned hotter as he missed her at the house, then at the high
school. Finally, he'd sat outside her house until she'd arrived home. She'd been so angry that he'd not known what to say to her or even how to begin to make it up to her.
And she'd been so beautiful he'd found it difficult to find his tongue.
But then he'd discovered she was sixteen. Just turned sixteen! Her grandmother had called her inside, explaining to him in halting English that sophomores in high school had early curfews. '*You should have told me your age. I was stunned."
She shrugged. "What did my age matter? You didn't think I was good enough for you."
Logan shook his head. "I swear to you, that wasn't ever in my mind. And I wish I could take back how standing you up led you to that conclusion. If I could have prevented that, I would have. But there was another obstacle between us, Elena. Much more basic than what side of town we lived on or how late I was that night."
Her eyebrows rose. "What do you mean?"
"I think we might have made it past that mess— been laughing about it now—^if I'd called you again. If we'd made a date for the next night or the next week. Do you agree?"
She slid her hand from his and crossed her arms over her chest, regarding him out of narrowed, wary eyes. "Maybe. Okay, probably yes."
"Well, there's a very good reason that I didn't and it wasn't that I thought you weren't good enough for
me." He paused, then confessed the truth. *lt was that I thought you were too young for me...for the way you made me feel and what I wanted to do about it. For what I wanted to do with you."
Chapter Five
Oena was half a diet cola and four pretzels into her Friday-night routine when she heard a rap on her door. Startled, she knocked to the floor the paperwork she'd been looking over while at the same time watching ''Jeopardy." Before she could regather the papers, the rap sounded again. Elena grumbled beneath her breath and rose to her feet.
Gabby had already left for a date with Tyler, but apparently she'd forgotten something, including her key. Elena strode across the floor and pulled open the door. "What—"
But it was Logan there, not her sister.
**—^are you doing here?" she finished lamely.
*1 need you..."
Her mind spun off for a delirious moment
**...not to make a liar out of me," he finished.
She crossed her arms over her chest, immediately wary of whatever he had up his sleeve this time. Late last night she'd let him in and that had resulted in the uncomfortable rehash of their shared past.
Worse, shell-shocked by his admission that eleven years ago she'd been too young for what he'd wanted to do with her, she'd actually agreed to let that past go and be his Mend!
Without waiting for an invitation, Logan strolled into her apartment and she sighed again, shutting the door behind him. In a pair of worn jeans and an oxford-cloth shirt rolled up to the elbows, he looked nothing like the scion of the richest family in town. He looked too casual for that.
But he also looked delicious. Goldenly handsome and ready to charm.
**What exactly do you want, Logan?" She didn't sound as cranky as she'd like. The fact was, whatever resentment she'd harbored, whatever image she'd created of Logan in her mind over the years since the senior prom, had mostly been put to rest months ago.
Once she'd spent a littie time with him as an adult, she'd acknowledged to herself that he wasn't the snob she'd imagined, despite his family's wealth and prominence. The barbs she'd launched his way had been for self-protection. He was still too attractive and she still didn't want to risk succumbing to the feeUng.
"I need you to go out with me tonight," he said.
'"What?" Wait a minute. That was going
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