I cut him a wary look. “You’ve only known me for a few hours. How can you decide whether you like me or not?”
“I know.” A shrug rolled across those strong, tattooed shoulders. “And I don’t like most people.”
With my defenses still down after my horrid nightmare, his words were like a lasso, slowly but surely drawing me close. The urge to lean in and let his strong arms hold me grew. He was all heat and sinful temptation. And so, so wrong.
I pushed him away, but he captured my hand against his chest, keeping me there. “You’re touching me, and nothing happened. See?”
“Yes, you’re about as innocent as a wolf in a henhouse,” I muttered.
“In sheep’s clothing,” he corrected, green eyes alight with amusement.
Stifling back a sigh, I pressed past him.
“You’ll soon see that I’m right, Logan.”
“About what?”
“Us.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Probably. Three days, and you’ll kiss me. Three weeks, you’ll love me. In three years…?” He was openly laughing now. “Who knows?”
“And you’ll soon find out three is your unlucky number,” I retorted sweetly.
“Is that a dare?”
“Did it slip your mind that I’m older than you? I’m almost twenty-five.”
“So?”
I blinked at his cocky response then shook my head. “You need sleep.”
As I headed upstairs, I couldn’t stop from recalling that sensual smile on his lips. One telling me that he would know more about a woman’s body than Devyn ever had.
Three days? Gah. I’d beenthreeseconds from yanking him down and kissing that cocky smile right off his sexy mouth. Obviously, I had lost my mind even thinking about it. There wasn’t going to be anything between us. Ever. He was my sister’s friend. Period.
As for the love? I would never let that happen, or risk my heart again.
Chapter Three
Max
Gray morning light filtered through the gaps in the drawn drapes, lightening the gloom. I lay on the couch and rubbed my gritty eyes. Since my encounter with Logan in the kitchen, I’d been awake. But then sleep was a rare thing for me anyway.
A smile tugged at my mouth. Yeah, I was a bastard, but nothing felt sweeter than getting beneath the cool barriers she’d erected. I recalled her red-rimmed eyes—her vulnerability—something inside me raged. So I’d teased her back into awareness. And me. Yup, progress.
I pushed to my feet, picked up my tee from the floor, and pulled it on. Then made my way to the bathroom. On my return, the blast of a piano sonata disrupted the silence. Dammit. I snatched my cell off the coffee table before it woke up the two girls. Tanner. I hesitated, debating if I wanted to talk to my father’s minion, and then shrugged and answered. “What?”
“You’re back, why didn’t you call me?” Tanner asked.
“Did my old man demote you to babysitter now?” My cousin was okay, too bad he was molding himself into the devil. The world didn’t need another Leland Sinclair.
“Max, all you had to do was finish your final year, get your business degree, and your father would be happy. But you had to go stir the waters and switch to music—why the hell would you do that?”
“So I could be a pain in both your asses.”
An annoyed breath drifted down the line. “Look, we need to talk. Meet me at the usual place this afternoon. Cecilia’s worried—”
