Page 83 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

The fork slid gently into her mouth, and she sighed a sigh of happiness.

“That is… delicious. The meat melts in my mouth, the sauce is delicate yet punchy with flavor. It’s the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted.”

He rumbled a low laugh. “That you can remember.”

Grabbing her own fork, she dug in. “I’d remember if there’d been a better one. This is stunning, Logan. So, so good.”

He puffed up his chest, standing a foot taller. Forget the fame, money, and notoriety: apparently all it took to feel this good was the appreciation shining from her eyes.

There was something about her satisfied look and the sighs of breathless appreciation that had heat rushing through him.

He hadn’t felt this way about a woman for a while, not since his last disastrous relationship.

Yes, there had been women after her, but they were short flings, some physical fun. He never had feelings for them that lasted more than the heat of the moment.

But Jane had thrown his emotions into turmoil from the moment he had met her.

Seeing her on that beach, those injuries lashed over her delicate skin… and that vulnerable way she had looked up at him when she couldn’t remember who she was.

It was like he had been sucker-punched in the gut.

She reminded him too much of that other woman he had lived his life for.

His mother.

Yet, looking at Jane, it was like a string had been plucked in his heart.

She devoured several mouthfuls before noticing he hadn’t touched the food himself. Hadn’t moved at all in fact. His eyes had become dark with tension, the air fizzling around him.

Her hand with the fork lowered.

The intensity in his eyes left her breathless. Drawn by a magnetism that she couldn’t deny, she moved closer until her face was only inches from his own.

A storm was brewing inside her chest, but she couldn’t stop the pull of him. He was everywhere. That scent of sandalwood mixed with the musky natural smell of him sent her senses on fire.

When he bowed his head and pressed his lips to hers, it seemed the most natural thing in the world.

She tasted as sweet as honey, those soft lips yielding beneath his own. She kissed him tentatively, as unsure as he was of what was happening here, yet with such a need that it had him fighting to control himself.

She wasn’t like any of his regular women.

She wasn’t a fan, or one of the savvy women in the industry who knew what it would be like to hook up with a celebrity.

She was delicate and pure.

And she had no idea who she was.

The shock of the thought was a bucket of ice on his heat. He jerked away, and had to fight the urge to crush his lips to hers again, when he saw the dreamy look on her face.

He knew he couldn’t pursue this.

Especially now, not when her history — and possibly her mind — wasn’t clear. Not when he was filming the most important movie of his career and his world teetered toward implosion.

Confusion clouded her eyes. She picked up the fork again, hoping that her hands wouldn’t shake and belie the churning in her stomach.

Her very core was shaken. She didn’t know what to do next.

A million questions ran through her mind, dazzling her with their urgency.

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