My gaze meets his, and my body tightens and sways in response to the undisguised heat in his eyes.
I have the urge to sweep the desk clean with my arm before pulling Logan on top of me and tearing off his clothes. Or maybe turning around and leaning over the desk while he comes up behind me and makes me feel better than I’ve felt since he was last inside me.
But Logan squeezes his eyes shut, and when he opens them again, all the heat is gone.
I try to play it casual, but my damn legs are trembling. I reach out and put one hand on his chest for balance before I lean my ass against the desk and cross my arms over my heart.
“So-o.”
Oh God—my voice comes out scratchy and weak. I try again.
“So. Tell me how you and Gigi met.”
“Sh—” Logan swallows and then starts over. “She was in Fort Davis with her father. They flew there on a private jet. He’s an oilman among other business ventures. He’s a self-made billionaire.”
“Oh…wow,” I say slowly. “The reporter said he was wealthy, but…”
“Yeah. Different worlds and all that.” His expression goes blank again, and I can’t read it.
“Pretty cool.” I unconsciously straighten my ponytail and smooth back the hairs that have fallen out from the humidity. Pretty cool to be able to flit around the country just for fun. Pretty cool to not have to worry about working, ever.
“I mean, it’s not like she has a perfect life,” Logan continues after looking at me more closely. “She mentioned her mother has struggled with prescription pills in the past. That’s just between us, of course.”
“Uh-huh. That’s sad.” I glance away. “I’ll look forward to meeting her.”
Long pause.
“Do you want to meet here?”
I exhale in relief. Here would be easiest for me. “That works.”
“Tomorrow at seven?”
We stare at each other, and I thank God for the background buzz of the air conditioner, or else I know I’d be able to hear him breathing. I’d probably be able to hear his heart beat, too.
“Sure,” I say as I go to walk him out. “Tomorrow at seven.”
Chapter Seven
“So you think she’s pretty? Like Elizabeth Bennet pretty?” Ginny swings her legs back and forth impatiently as we sit at the bar with Blake and wait for Logan and Gigi to show up.
I don’t say anything, but George pipes in as he hands me an iced tea. “I bet she’s not as pretty as you two.”
I reach over and cuff his cowboy hat. “Thanks, George.”
Ginny giggles. “Why, how very sweet of you, George. If only I wasn’t pregnant and about to marry my elementary school sweetheart.”
“I can’t believe I haven’t seen her yet,” Blake mutters.
Dye calls out from his table. “I saw the back of her head yesterday by the old train station.”
“Really?” Ginny leans toward him. “What’d you think?”
Rusty growls, which I take to mean he didn’t think much of the new girl from New York City.
“Nothing special.” Dye shrugs. “Tall girl, that’s for sure. And she’s blond.”
“Because we don’t have enough blond girls in our town already.” I bite down on my lip in frustration.
