He came here for his parents’ sake, but I’d bet Logan cares more than he’s been willing to admit.
“I’ve never called anyone gutless in my life,” I say truthfully, biting my lip when Logan’s expression lifts a bit. “Lily-livered, on the other hand…”
He cracks a small smile. “You never did think all that highly of me. I’ve gone and made it worse, haven’t I?”
What he’s gone and done is made me feel sympathy for him, which is exactly how Beef worked his way into my heart at the shelter. Once I saw past my cat’s bravado and caught the fear and hurt in his green eyes, I couldn’t walk away without taking him with me.
And dang it all, I think Logan might have just done the same thing.
“Call me crazy,” I murmur, “but I might actually be starting to like you, Logan Callahan.”
He grins, and I melt. There’s a buzz in my stomach that tells me I might be moving right past ‘like’ and entering dangerous territory. It’s one thing to be attracted to this man, but it’s a whole other thing to havefeelingswhen he’ll be heading back to Australia in a few months. If I thought I was lonely before…
As long as he doesn’t start showing signs of interest in return, I can make it through our business relationship with my heart in one piece.
“How can I help?” Logan asks again, still smiling as he makes his way around the table. He stops only a few inches from me, close enough that I have to look up to meet his gaze, and then he leans closer, dropping his voice to a low murmur. “I’m all yours.”
Well, crap.
Chapter 14
Logan
Moxie:
How did things go with Savannah last week? And don’t pretend you’re too busy to answer. I know you’re sitting in the parking lot.
As soon as I read Moxie’s text, I look up and try to find him among the sea of cars outside the Thunder facility. A couple of the lads are heading inside for Monday night’s practice, but I don’t see Moxie. Granted, I’ve been scrolling on my phone for the last ten minutes, so it’s not hard to believe I missed him walking past my car.
Or he’s starting to know me a little too well.
I’m not supposed to be here—courtesy of my suspension—but at least Moxie didn’t tell me to get off the property. If I play my cards right, he might let me come inside and watch the practice, but I’ll have to be careful.
Logan:
Apologized. Helped her with an event. Told her she can use my kitchen for her business.
I chuckle as I think back to the way she punched me in the arm when I impulsively offered my kitchen after leaving the event on Friday. Not sure if it was excitement or disbelief that prompted her violent response, but she immediately apologized and accepted my offer with a lot less hesitation than I expected.
She’s a stubborn thing, but something’s been different the last few days. Since her networking event, she’s been warmer than ever.
So have I.
My phone buzzes with another text from Moxie.
Moxie:
Your kitchen?
Logan:
Beef Wellington is a health code citation waiting to happen.
Moxie:
So you’re letting her do her food prep at your apartment?
Logan:
