“Well, thank God.” He grinned. “I don’t want to miss a thing.”
An hour later, the ice cream was gone. I remember feeling so sleepy. I yawned a couple of times. And that’s the last thing I remember. We must have fallen asleep.
Fine. So that’s a fairly innocent reason for how we slept together.
But why am I completely on top of him like we’re about to have sex?
I reach over to push back a stray lock of his hair, which is all tousled. His cheeks are flushed with sleep and his long thick lashes are keeping the morning sun from waking him. He looks adorable. But I have to get up. Imustget up.
The thing is, when I try, I realize he’s…aroused. Even though his eyes are closed and I don’t know if his happy state is because of me or if he’s dreaming about Gigi. Or maybe it’s just a morning thing. This is all so uncomfortable, and I can’t move because of his specific body part, and—
His phone rings in his jeans pocket.
He doesn’t budge. Trying to avoid his crotch, I reach into his pocket and pull his phone out.
Gigi’s smiling face is on the screen.
I hold the ringing phone up to Logan’s ear.
Now he wakes up.
His eyes get big when he notices me on top of him.
“Gigi,” he says into the phone. “Um…I’m just getting up. Yep. Of course I didn’t forget. I’ll be there in a half hour.”
He throws the phone onto the ground and puts his hands on my hips. “I’ll help you off me.”
The day-old stubble on his face just adds to his hotness meter, and I have to resist reaching out and running my hand over his jaw.
“The thing is—” I bite back a smile. “You must have been having a good Gigi dream because you’re effectively pinning me in place here.”
He blushes and lifts me up off of him enough that I can safely leave the couch without hurting his manhood.
“So where are you off to?” I ask him as I quickly gather up my purse and the painting.
“Brunch with Gigi’s family. The engagement party’s today, you know.”
“I know.” I can’t think of anything I’m dreading more. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there.”
Logan walks me over to the door. “And just so there’s no mistake, my dream wasn’t about Gigi.”
“Oh.” I step backward out of his doorway. “Okay, well…”
He nods at me. “See you later.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
See you later?What the fuck doessee you latermean after that confession?
I storm across Wild Ranch and over to The Cowherd.
When I walk inside, Ben’s already seated at the front booth, the one we always use to pay the bills. He’s wearing a backward baseball cap and his blue eyes flash with amusement as he looks up at me.
“You look like hell,” he says as I sit across from him.
I prop the painting next to me and toss my purse on the table just as Mr. Bingley hops up onto the seat and snuggles against me.
“Did you feed him?” I ask Ben.
