Page 19 of Wilde Secrets

“Oof!” The air rushed from her lungs, and she almost fell, but warm hands wrapped around her upper arms, steadying her.

“Are you alright?” Logan asked.

She stared up into his green eyes, rimmed with hazel, her hands resting on his bare chest, which was covered in a light smattering of dark hair—surprisingly soft under her fingers.

“I thought your eyes were brown,” she said.

He quirked a brow, and Harper felt her face heat. She shook her head and stepped back, his hands sliding from her upper arms to her elbows before letting go, as if reluctant to stop touching her.

No, that couldn’t be right.

She pulled her hands away from his chest, missing the warmth of his skin almost immediately.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, looking down at her feet.

“No, I should have been watching where I was going.”

Logan’s deep voice was like honey as it slid over her skin.

Oh god. He was only wearing a towel!

Her cheeks heated further as she tried to look anywhere but at the expanse of bronzed skin on display. He must spend summers working outdoors with his shirt off.

“I’ll just grab some clothes and be down in a minute. I didn’t know how long you’d be, so I figured I’d clean up down here,” he said.

She nodded and stepped aside, unable to stop herself from watching him climb the stairs, his heavily muscled calves bunching as he took them two at a time. The towel clung tight across an ass that had no right to look that good, and Harper dragged her eyes away with effort.

Hot, kind, not a serial killer, and he likes to read?

Too good to be true, girl. No way is he single.

She sighed and went into the kitchen, perching nervously on a stool. It wasn’t long before Logan joined her, this time dressed in worn jeans with a tear at one knee and an old college sweater that looked like it had seen better days.

“Football?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I played a little in college.”

So she hadn’t been too far off the mark to think of him as a linebacker. “What did you study?”

Logan got a faraway look on his face. “Business. I wanted to study literature but thought I should be practical. It ended up being a good idea.” He headed to the fridge, opening the door and stared at what looked to be the well-stocked contents. “You hungry?”

Her stomach rumbled.

“Um, yeah. I haven’t eaten since…” She thought of the candy bar she’d had at a truck stop before reaching Cape Wilde, the only thing she’d eaten since breakfast. “I haven’t eaten much today.”

“How does a bacon and egg sandwich sound?” he asked, pulling a carton of eggs and a paper-wrapped package she assumed was bacon from the fridge.

“Amazing. That sounds amazing,” she said, smiling.

She watched him move about the kitchen with the ease of someone accustomed to looking after himself. There was an efficiency to his movements that suggested he’d done this countless times, and she couldn’t help but wonder how often he cooked for women who stayed over.

He might have a girlfriend, for all she knew.

Who was she kidding? Of course he did.

She chewed on her thumbnail. Why did the thought twist her stomach? It didn’t take long to figure out—she liked Logan, maybe a little too much.

You’re just thankful he saved you from sitting in your busted car in the rain. Remember why you’re here.

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