“You’re a very smart girl, Dr. Francesca.” he drops his voice lower. “I bet you can find a way to kiss me while we’re laughing.”
And we do.
We make out until the ice cream arrives, and then we sober up enough to have a sweet treat.
Or maybe we aren’t sober at all, because when Logan confesses that he wants to get me all alone, I don’t blink.
“Every time you moan with champagne on your tongue like that, all I can think about is getting a room at this hotel.” He gives me a hooded, inviting stare.
I shove a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. “Where is your hotel?”
It turns out it’s not that far from where I’m staying. Probably an hour’s walk with the crowd. But maybe a walk would be good. “So is mine. Why don’t we see if we still want to be alone when we get there?”
“You’re a sensible girl, too. Smart. Sexy. Sensible. The complete package.”
“I’m going to make that my Tinder bio.”
“You’re going to delete Tinder, because you don’t need it anymore.” He groans and pulls me in close. “Fuck, the things I want with you…”
“Let’s go.” Because I want him, too.
Down at street level, I offer him his jacket back.
“Keep it for now.” He twirls around, his arms stretched wide. “I’m on top of the world. Not cold at all!”
“That’s the champagne.”
“It’s the company.” He holds out his hand, and I take it, letting him spin me around and around, until I collapse into the tight circle of his arms. “Best birthday ever. Nothing could top this. Absolutely nothing.”
Then he looks down at me and gets a funny, curious look on his face.
“What is it?”
“Unless,” he says slowly, sliding his hand inside where his jacket is wrapped around me. His fingers feel so good against my satin-clad skin, inside the warm confines of his suit jacket.
My heart starts pounding. “Unless what?”
He pulls out the marriage license he tucked into the inside pocket. “Unless we used this.”
I stare at him. At the license pinched between his fingers, then back to his earnest face.
“You’re joking,” I say, even though I know he’s not. I feel faint. I feel…giddy.
“I’m completely serious. Francesca, I think we’re meant to be.” He says my name with such reverence that I know I’m going to say yes, even though this is absolutely not sensible at all. “I met the smartest, prettiest, funniest girl I’ve ever met on New Year’s Eve, in Vegas, and I’mnotsupposed to marry her? I don’t think so.”
“Logan…“ But I don’t have a response to that. Not one I can say out loud. And the one that’s hammering in my heart issodangerous.
Yes, yes, yes.
He’s convinced. “It would be the most epic thing either of us has ever done.”
I’ve known this man for less than four hours.
But deep down, I’m a reckless girl who does reckless things.
CHAPTER 7
LOGAN
