Page 65 of Wilde Secrets

Harper was in the kitchen, bending over to take something out of the oven. Her jeans shorts were pulled tight across her backside. There wasn’t much that could stop Logan from breathing, what with it being an automatic thing and all, but as Harper straightened, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, his breath caught.

Fuck, she really was beautiful.

“Hey princess.” He leaned against the door frame and watched her lift the tray of cookies from the oven and place it on the heavy wooden chopping board to cool.

She turned, tugging the oven mitts off, and smiled. “I baked.”

“So I can see.” The kitchen was covered in brownies, cakes, and cookies cooling on a variety of plates, racks and chopping boards. Logan hadn’t thought he’d had the ingredients for all this.

She sighed, dropping the mitts to the bench and shutting the oven door. “I couldn’t think, so I called your mom and she dropped off some things for me.”

A warm feeling spread through Logan’s chest at the thought of Harper reaching out to his mom like that.

“She did?” He raised an eyebrow, pushing off the door frame and reaching for a tray of cooled cookies. He took one and bit into it, the delicious chocolate chip flavor bursting on his tongue. He moaned, closing his eyes and swallowing. “These are good.”

She smiled, her eyes sparkling at the compliment. “My mom’s recipe.”

“I’ll consider myself privileged to taste them.”

Her smile grew wider. “She would have liked you a lot.” Harper looked down to where her hands were fiddling with the ties of the apron she wore.

Another thing that his mom would have brought.

“Logan?”

“Yeah?” He mumbled around a mouthful of his second cookie.

“I can’t write anything. I’ve tried, and it all just ends up cliched and horrible.”

Logan swallowed and cleared his throat. “Is it really that bad?”

She choked on a humorless laugh and took the few steps to the island to snatch up a notebook. Harper opened it, flicking through the pages before stopping and folding the cover back. She looked up at Logan and then back down at the page, her lips thinning before she started to read.

“You are my heart. Destined to be apart. Yes, baby, one day we’ll find a way.” She looked up at Logan with one eyebrow cocked, and her head titled to one side. “That’s one of the better lines.”

Logan grimaced. He didn’t know much about music, least of all creating it, but even he couldn’t imagine Isla singing those lines to her usual pop dance beat.

“Are you only having trouble when you try to write songs for Isla to sing?”

Harper put the notepad down on the bench and tapped her fingers against the stone top. She bit her lip, face screwed up as she thought about Logan’s question.

Logan wanted to pull her into his arms and drop a kiss onto her nose, but something held him back.

He could handle Harper in his house on a permanent basis, he thought with a start. It would be no hardship, and it wasn’t about the cookies, though that thought didn’t stop him grabbing another.

“What do you mean?” She asked slowly.

He stalled for a second, cookie halfway to his mouth, before he realized she hadn’t been reading his thoughts, which was a relief.

“Have you tried to write anything else?”

“Anything else?”

He swallowed the delicious concoction, this one a mix of cranberry and white chocolate and decided to not reach for another cookie. Self-control and all that.

“Yeah, like songs not for Isla.”

Harper blinked at him as if she hadn’t considered that idea. “Not for Isla?”

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