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his problem.
None of this had anything to do with him. Her life had nothing to do with him. Yesterday, Drew had shown up on his doorstep uninvited. Then her business had gotten extended and flights had been delayed and grounded. And now that she had finally gotten here, she was having a mini nervous breakdown. The poor guy must’ve been counting the seconds until she and Drew headed back to Seattle and peace and quiet was restored to his bachelor domain.
“Sorry. I’m just being dramatic. Everything’s fine. I’ve got this,” she said confidently. “I’m just going to freshen up and I’ll be right out.”
For a moment, Logan remained in place. Not moving a muscle. His stare boring down into hers.
Before she could launch the second line of her “I’m fine” defense, her stomach growled so loud that she wouldn’t have been surprised if Drew had mistaken it for the bear he’d seen earlier that day.
“You need to eat.” With that statement, Logan headed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
So many emotions were flooding Emma’s system and competing for attention, but when the room was filled with the sound of her stomach doing its best MGM-lion-roaring impression, she decided to tackle one thing at a time. First, she would eat. Then she would figure everything else out.
She hoped…
Chapter 6
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“D id you ask my mom if I could go back to Mountain Ridge?” Drew worked beside Logan, setting the table.
“No.” He was having a difficult time concentrating on what the kid was saying. He hadn’t been able to string two words together, much less engage in any kind of conversation since he’d left Emma in the back room.
The shower had turned off a couple of minutes ago, so he figured that the woman causing his brain to short-circuit would be out shortly. Never before had the sound of running water been such torture. From the second he’d heard the liquid running through the pipes, he’d been bombarded with images of Emma naked, the water cascading over her supple, soft skin. Her long, wet hair slicked down over the sleek curve of her back, falling just short of the flair of her hips.
“What were you and my mom talking about?” Drew set the third fork down, his brow knitted together.
“Work stuff.” Emma’s voice sounded from behind Logan in the hallway.
“Oh.” Drew looked past Logan at his mom and his eyes glazed over.
Logan could practically hear the kid saying, “ Booorinnnng .”
“You guys didn’t have to wait for me,” Emma said over the sound of a chair squeaking against the wood flooring.
Turning around, Logan stepped into the dining area. “Yes. We di—”
Holy shit.
What he saw looked like a live-action Playboy College Co-ed pictorial. Emma’s damp hair framed her face, which had been scrubbed free of any makeup. She was wearing a white V-neck T-shirt that fit snuggly against her chest, and cut-off sweatpants that hit her mid-thigh, showcasing her toned legs.
She was a walking, breathing fantasy. His fantasy.
“Well, it smells delicious.” Emma’s voice shook as she sank down into her seat.
Logan’s eyes shot to hers. He hadn’t meant to make her feel uncomfortable, but he’d just ogled her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. However, the same hunger he was experiencing was mirrored back at him in her eyes. The energy between them crackled with awareness.
“Do you want soda, Mom?” Drew asked, completely oblivious to any tension, sexual or otherwise, that might’ve been passing between his mom and Logan.
Emma blinked and shook her head slightly, looking at the empty plate in front of her. “No. Water’s good.”
Drew emerged from the kitchen carrying a bottle of water and a can of soda.
“You guys go ahead and dig in,” Logan instructed before dipping back into the kitchen to take a moment to get himself together.
Women had always been easy for him. That was the one area in his life he hadn’t had to work at—at all.
None of this had anything to do with him. Her life had nothing to do with him. Yesterday, Drew had shown up on his doorstep uninvited. Then her business had gotten extended and flights had been delayed and grounded. And now that she had finally gotten here, she was having a mini nervous breakdown. The poor guy must’ve been counting the seconds until she and Drew headed back to Seattle and peace and quiet was restored to his bachelor domain.
“Sorry. I’m just being dramatic. Everything’s fine. I’ve got this,” she said confidently. “I’m just going to freshen up and I’ll be right out.”
For a moment, Logan remained in place. Not moving a muscle. His stare boring down into hers.
Before she could launch the second line of her “I’m fine” defense, her stomach growled so loud that she wouldn’t have been surprised if Drew had mistaken it for the bear he’d seen earlier that day.
“You need to eat.” With that statement, Logan headed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
So many emotions were flooding Emma’s system and competing for attention, but when the room was filled with the sound of her stomach doing its best MGM-lion-roaring impression, she decided to tackle one thing at a time. First, she would eat. Then she would figure everything else out.
She hoped…
Chapter 6
‡
“D id you ask my mom if I could go back to Mountain Ridge?” Drew worked beside Logan, setting the table.
“No.” He was having a difficult time concentrating on what the kid was saying. He hadn’t been able to string two words together, much less engage in any kind of conversation since he’d left Emma in the back room.
The shower had turned off a couple of minutes ago, so he figured that the woman causing his brain to short-circuit would be out shortly. Never before had the sound of running water been such torture. From the second he’d heard the liquid running through the pipes, he’d been bombarded with images of Emma naked, the water cascading over her supple, soft skin. Her long, wet hair slicked down over the sleek curve of her back, falling just short of the flair of her hips.
“What were you and my mom talking about?” Drew set the third fork down, his brow knitted together.
“Work stuff.” Emma’s voice sounded from behind Logan in the hallway.
“Oh.” Drew looked past Logan at his mom and his eyes glazed over.
Logan could practically hear the kid saying, “ Booorinnnng .”
“You guys didn’t have to wait for me,” Emma said over the sound of a chair squeaking against the wood flooring.
Turning around, Logan stepped into the dining area. “Yes. We di—”
Holy shit.
What he saw looked like a live-action Playboy College Co-ed pictorial. Emma’s damp hair framed her face, which had been scrubbed free of any makeup. She was wearing a white V-neck T-shirt that fit snuggly against her chest, and cut-off sweatpants that hit her mid-thigh, showcasing her toned legs.
She was a walking, breathing fantasy. His fantasy.
“Well, it smells delicious.” Emma’s voice shook as she sank down into her seat.
Logan’s eyes shot to hers. He hadn’t meant to make her feel uncomfortable, but he’d just ogled her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. However, the same hunger he was experiencing was mirrored back at him in her eyes. The energy between them crackled with awareness.
“Do you want soda, Mom?” Drew asked, completely oblivious to any tension, sexual or otherwise, that might’ve been passing between his mom and Logan.
Emma blinked and shook her head slightly, looking at the empty plate in front of her. “No. Water’s good.”
Drew emerged from the kitchen carrying a bottle of water and a can of soda.
“You guys go ahead and dig in,” Logan instructed before dipping back into the kitchen to take a moment to get himself together.
Women had always been easy for him. That was the one area in his life he hadn’t had to work at—at all.
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