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his parents had never really been around. He’d gotten away with anything.
Looking back at it, he no longer could justify the terrible things he’d done as a child. One of the main reasons he’d taken the job with his uncle was because Amy worked there. A small part of him wanted to set things right with her. Now, however, he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt every time he watched her straighten her skirt or tuck a strand of her long hair behind her sexy little ears.
He knew the underlying reason he let her get away with the pranks she was pulling on him now. Guilt. Pure and simple. He kept telling himself that if she played out her revenge, it would be easier for them to be on the same level. But part of him had to admit that he just couldn’t seem to break his habit of riling her. Something in him loved to see her face flush and her eyes heat. Not that he would do anything as bad as tossing firecrackers at her again, but just knowing that he could do or say the smallest thing and see her react had him going out of his way to poke at her.
He had every intention of getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was Amelia Walker.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Amy stormed in her front door and felt a little better after slamming it behind her. Knowing no one was around to hear or see her tantrum didn’t stop her from feeling satisfied either.
Because of Logan, she’d spent her entire day off at the office, working. Now, not only was she annoyed, but she was tired and hungry as well.
Since the office only had a small vending machine filled with every sugary snack known to man, she had skipped lunch. Of course it had been hard to resist a quick treat, and at one point, she had stood in front of the machine and cursed herself for gaining five pounds last winter.
She always gained weight during the colder months of Colorado’s winters. She supposed it was her body’s way of trying to go into hibernation by telling her to eat all those holiday treats everyone always brought into the office. She struggled to lose the weight every spring no matter how many times she promised herself she’d cut out the sweets.
It had taken all her willpower to walk away from the snack machine and nibble on the granola bar she’d stocked in her desk drawer instead. But now, as she was mentally running through other food options, her doorbell rang.
Thinking it was Kristen, she called out, “Come in,” as she walked back into her kitchen to scrounge up a meal.
Her head was buried deep in her fridge when she heard a man clear his throat behind her. She jumped and her hand knocked against the top shelf, dislodging a large bottle of wine she’d half drunk the night before. The bottle twirled a few times before finally tipping over and falling off the shelf onto her foot.
She found herself hopping up and down on one foot and holding her hurt hand to her chest. She glared at Logan, who was standing less than a foot behind her. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.
“Are you okay?” He looked down at her foot as she continued to hop on the other one. “Here.” He walked over and took her arm and led her to a kitchen stool. “Sit.” He pushed her shoulders lightly until she fell back. Then he shocked her by pulling her bare foot up and rubbing his hand over the red mark.
“Ouch!” She tried to tug her foot away.
“It doesn’t appear to be broken,” he said, still looking down at her bruised foot.
“Of course it’s not broken.” She pushed on him, until he moved back. “Are you going to answer me?”
He leaned back and smiled at her. “I’m here to collect.”
“Collect what?” She frowned down at him.
“Your debt.” He finally released her foot and she felt a chill run up her leg from losing the warmth of his hands.
“Debt?” She blinked a few times.
“Dinner.”
She felt all the anger from the day before rush into her again. “You’ve got to be . . .”
“Unless you want to go back on a bet?” He stood
Looking back at it, he no longer could justify the terrible things he’d done as a child. One of the main reasons he’d taken the job with his uncle was because Amy worked there. A small part of him wanted to set things right with her. Now, however, he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt every time he watched her straighten her skirt or tuck a strand of her long hair behind her sexy little ears.
He knew the underlying reason he let her get away with the pranks she was pulling on him now. Guilt. Pure and simple. He kept telling himself that if she played out her revenge, it would be easier for them to be on the same level. But part of him had to admit that he just couldn’t seem to break his habit of riling her. Something in him loved to see her face flush and her eyes heat. Not that he would do anything as bad as tossing firecrackers at her again, but just knowing that he could do or say the smallest thing and see her react had him going out of his way to poke at her.
He had every intention of getting what he wanted, and what he wanted was Amelia Walker.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Amy stormed in her front door and felt a little better after slamming it behind her. Knowing no one was around to hear or see her tantrum didn’t stop her from feeling satisfied either.
Because of Logan, she’d spent her entire day off at the office, working. Now, not only was she annoyed, but she was tired and hungry as well.
Since the office only had a small vending machine filled with every sugary snack known to man, she had skipped lunch. Of course it had been hard to resist a quick treat, and at one point, she had stood in front of the machine and cursed herself for gaining five pounds last winter.
She always gained weight during the colder months of Colorado’s winters. She supposed it was her body’s way of trying to go into hibernation by telling her to eat all those holiday treats everyone always brought into the office. She struggled to lose the weight every spring no matter how many times she promised herself she’d cut out the sweets.
It had taken all her willpower to walk away from the snack machine and nibble on the granola bar she’d stocked in her desk drawer instead. But now, as she was mentally running through other food options, her doorbell rang.
Thinking it was Kristen, she called out, “Come in,” as she walked back into her kitchen to scrounge up a meal.
Her head was buried deep in her fridge when she heard a man clear his throat behind her. She jumped and her hand knocked against the top shelf, dislodging a large bottle of wine she’d half drunk the night before. The bottle twirled a few times before finally tipping over and falling off the shelf onto her foot.
She found herself hopping up and down on one foot and holding her hurt hand to her chest. She glared at Logan, who was standing less than a foot behind her. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.
“Are you okay?” He looked down at her foot as she continued to hop on the other one. “Here.” He walked over and took her arm and led her to a kitchen stool. “Sit.” He pushed her shoulders lightly until she fell back. Then he shocked her by pulling her bare foot up and rubbing his hand over the red mark.
“Ouch!” She tried to tug her foot away.
“It doesn’t appear to be broken,” he said, still looking down at her bruised foot.
“Of course it’s not broken.” She pushed on him, until he moved back. “Are you going to answer me?”
He leaned back and smiled at her. “I’m here to collect.”
“Collect what?” She frowned down at him.
“Your debt.” He finally released her foot and she felt a chill run up her leg from losing the warmth of his hands.
“Debt?” She blinked a few times.
“Dinner.”
She felt all the anger from the day before rush into her again. “You’ve got to be . . .”
“Unless you want to go back on a bet?” He stood
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