“Why?”
“Because she’s annoying.”
Faith squared her shoulders.
“She is not. And that’s not a very nice thing to say about your own sister.”
“Forgive me,” he said sarcastically. “But she’s been nattering on about you for days. It seems you are her favorite topic.”
“Whatever for?”
“Worried about your poor nerves, as she says, due to your pony ride.”
Faith scowled.
“It wasn’t a pony ride. And I’m perfectly fine. I was from the moment the horse stopped,” she said, lifting her chin. The knowing glance from Logan reminded her that the horse wouldn’t have stopped without him. She cleared her throat. “Thank you, for that.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said gruffly as they spun about the room.
For some reason, there was hostility between them again, and while Faith wasn’t sure why, she was grateful for it. This was the Logan she knew, the Logan she could handle, and even though their bodies swirled and danced together in perfect synchronicity, she couldn’t help but feel as if a barrier lay between them.
“What?” he asked abruptly as they came back together.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“No, but your brow is creased, and whenever your brow is creased you tend to be deep in thought.”
The familiarity of his comment made Faith warm with glee and annoyance.
“It isn’t polite to comment on one’s appearance.”
“So you’ve mentioned.”
“And yet you still insist on insulting me?”
“I didn’t insult you.”
“You do every time you comment on my looks.”
“What about when it’s a compliment?”
“A creased brow is hardly a compliment.”
But then Logan’s eyes darkened, and he leaned forward. She was sure he would say something biting, but then he spoke, and her heart began to beat wildly.
“And what if I were to tell you that your creased brow causes me a great deal of consideration, hmm? That I can focus on little else whenever it appears because I’m besieged with the need to know what you’re thinking? To learn what has caught your attention and what I might do to procure whatever it is that you suddenly desire?” he paused as his voice lowered to a whisper. “What would you say to that?”
Faith’s throat became tight, her mouth dry. She could not fathom why such a statement should make her eager for thingsshe did not understand. But the tone of his voice, both annoyed and seductive, made her heart constrict.
“I would not know what to say,” she answered breathlessly. “Except that it seems you have too much time on your hands.”
To her surprise, Logan let out a bark of a laugh. Though she didn’t believe what she’d said had been particularly amusing, the light in his hazel eyes gave her a significant amount of pleasure that pooled in her belly, even as she tried to appear indifferent.
“You’re a conundrum, you know,” he said as they danced. “I’m never sure where to place you.”
“You’re the first to say such a thing,” she said truthfully. “Everyone always just assumes I’m difficult, simply because I know my own mind.”
“That you do, but you seem to be a cacophony of conflicting traits. Cold and hot, rigid, and flexible.”
