Page 48 of Wilde Secrets

“You were crying.”

“Yeah, but not because of King.”

Logan crossed his arms over his chest. Harper glanced at his bare skin and cleared her throat before looking pointedly away.

“Isla still isn’t talking to me.”

“Are you sure King isn’t stopping her?”

Harper darted a shocked glance at him. “He’s her bodyguard!”

Logan raised an eyebrow and shrugged in reply.

“He wouldn’t do anything like that.” She paused, opening her mouth and closing it again. She pursed her lips and tilted her head to one side. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s in love with her.” Harper frowned and looked down at her hands in her lap where she was playing with the edge of her shirt. She looked up at him. “Why are you scowling like that?”

“I’m not scowling.”

“Yes, you are,” she said with a laugh. “Your eyebrows get all smooshed together and this line appears right here.” She reached out to smooth a fingertip between his eyebrows where—damn it she was right—he had pulled his eyebrows together in a scowl.

“Are you sure you can trust him?”

She nodded. “Of course.”

Logan huffed. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb and closed his eyes.

Harper shifted beside him, and he dropped his hand, turning his head to watch her.

“Look, I think we need to talk about what happened out there.” She nodded toward the deck.

It had turned dark now, and the deck was in shadow. Their reflection showed in the glass of the windows that led out to the water. They made an interesting picture. Logan in a towel. Harper with her legs pulled close to her chest.

He knew what she would say. Thank you, but no thanks. She had a career that meant she couldn’t stay—not that he’d even asked her to, not yet—and she had to get back to her life.

At best, kissing Logan was a nice distraction, but it couldn’t happen again.

“You don’t have to say it,” he grumbled. He stood and walked away from the couch before she could say the words.

Why does his chest hurt?

“Logan, wait.”

He heard her feet hit the floor as she padded after him. He stopped but didn’t turn. His shoulders were stiff, hands held still by his side.

“You don’t want to know what I was going to say?” She walked around him to stand at his front, close enough that she could reach out and touch him. That he could reach out and touch her.

But no, she wouldn’t want that.

He squeezed his hands into fists to keep them by his side. The feel of her under his fingers was a hot memory that lit him on fire, but he resisted.

Barely.

“I don’t regret kissing you, Logan.”

His head jerked up, his eyes latching onto hers.

She grinned. “You thought I’d say I regretted it, didn’t you?” She lifted an eyebrow.

Logan cleared his throat but stood his ground.

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