Page 84 of Wilde Secrets

“Um, yeah. I suppose I’ll be going with them.”

Logan stood up and walked away from her, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He didn’t look at her, instead facing the water as he did when he needed to think. “That was the plan.”

“Yeah, I know.” Harper said softly. A little piece of her heart cracked and drifted away, or at least she imagined it so. There would be a part of her that she would leave in this house forever.

Her eyes drifted to Logan’s back, the flannel of his shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, the worn denim of his jeans hugging his legs in a way that made her mouth water. Logan was the kind of guy who was made for taking care of people. He did it for his family, his friends and even a complete stranger. She couldn’t imagine him living in this big house all alone for long.

Any woman would be ecstatic to have him in her life. A stabbing pain lanced her chest at the thought, and she barely managed to stifle a gasp. Yes, she needed to get away from here.

Far away.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Logan

All that night he’d lain awake, haunted by the knowledge that it would be the last time he would lie next to Harper. Logan had considered sleeping on the couch, but to his shame, he couldn’t resist the chance to hold her in his arms one last time.

They’d gone to bed after a silent dinner, Harper having spent the afternoon packing her things back into her suitcase. Logan had found her an old duffel bag from his football days to put the many things she’d accumulated since being in Cape Wilde.

They’d gone to bed in awkward silence, but once the lights went out, he reached for her. He used his body to tell her how he felt, worshipping her with his hands and his mouth. For once, he did not speak, not daring to say a word in case he confessed his feelings to her and made this all so much worse.

What would happen? If she didn’t feel the same way about him, it would be all that more awkward.

And if she did?

Then she might feel like she should stay, and the last thing Logan wanted was for her to feel trapped here. She was made for bigger things, not for a small town guy like him.

And so they clung to each other as they made love slowly, and Logan tried not to hope that she was doing the same thing as him; telling him how she felt without using words.

Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, Logan stroking his hand over Harper’s back until her breathing evened out and she slept. It took him hours to follow her into sleep, and when he woke it felt like he’d barely gotten any rest.

He patted the side of the bed next to him, reaching for Harper but she had gone. Logan sat bolt upright and leaped out of bed. She wasn’t in the bathroom. Had she gone without saying goodbye?

“Harper?” He shouted as he thundered down the stairs into the kitchen. “Harper?”

He skidded around the corner in his bare feet, not a stitch of clothing on him, coming to an abrupt stop at the sight of Harper cradling a cup of coffee as she spoke with a shorter woman who could only be her sister Isla, and a man who had the same expression that Mason wore when he was scanning for threats. All three turned at his entrance, Isla covering her mouth, eyes sparkling with laughter.

He was so relieved that Harper was still there that for a moment he forgot he was naked and just closed his eyes and sighed in relief.

“Um, Logan?”

He felt something soft hit him in the chest and grabbed at what turned out to be a dishtowel, using it to cover his groin.

Harper walked toward him and made a little shooing motion with her fingers. As they retreated to the relative privacy of the hallway, Logan overheard Isla comment something about “seeing what the big deal was all about”. A deep growl followed from the man who he assumed was the mysterious bodyguard, King.

Harper’s lips twitched as she let her gaze run over Logan’s body. They both ignored the low voices arguing in the next room.

“You thought I’d left?”

Logan nodded. “It did occur to me.”

He clutched the dishtowel in front of his dick, feeling more and more foolish for having thundered down the stairs yelling for her. He let his head drop back and groaned.

“I wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye,” she said, her voice soft and a little sad.

Or was he imagining things? He was so twisted up inside it was hard to tell.

“Um, I’m just going to…” Logan trailed off, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the stairs.

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