Page 2 of Fighting Happily Ever After

Logan Langdon was very aware that he was pushing it. A lot. He was also very aware that he was enjoying every moment of it. Faith Turner was sexy, sassy, and—whether she would ever admit it or not—completely into him.

But damn, he certainly hoped she’d admit it—and soon. Because as much fun as it was to pursue her, he was positively certain that it would be even more fun tocatchher.

“You are not the love of my life, Logan.” Faith’s voice started to reach an impressively high frequency. “Get. Out. Of. My.Bathroom!”

Leaving her alone was probably for the best. After all, shewasin the shower. It hadn’t been his intention to interrupt her privacy, but he couldn’t lie. Now that he, too, was in the bathroom with her naked, wet body only a few feet away, it was the last place he wanted to leave.

Still.

Logan grabbed a large towel off a nearby hook and draped it over the edge of the glass. “Here. Cover up if you must. But I’m not leaving. I’m moving in.” He grinned even though he knew she wouldn’t see it, turned and left the bathroom to wait for her in the adjoining bedroom.

Logan didn’t miss the growl of frustration she let out as he left the room, nor did he miss the tightening in his belly at the sound. There was something about riling her up that he enjoyed. Maybe a little too much.

He didn’t have to wait long for a dripping wet, steaming mad Faith, wrapped in only the towel he’d provided her, to join him.

Fuck. Should have given her a smaller towel.

The image made his lips curl up into a grin.

“What are you smiling at?” she demanded. “And what the hell are you doing here?”

Even if he hadn’t put the picture of Faith in a much smaller towel in his head, Logan would have been distracted. After all, the most gorgeous woman he knew, with all of her perfectly proportioned curves, currently stood directly in front of him. The soft mounds of her breasts pushed up from where she’d cinched the towel around her. The opening of said towel displayed just enough thigh for him to fixate on, with her long blonde hair hanging wet over her shoulders, giving an air of some watery fantasy vibes that, more than anything, Logan desperately wanted to explore.

He swallowed hard and hoped his arousal wasn’t betraying him too obviously because it was taking all the self-control he had not to pull her in for a kiss to show her exactly what it was that she did to him. If that last kiss they’d shared was any indication, he was sure that those feelings weren’t completely one-sided. Not that she was going to admit it.

Not yet, anyway.

“Logan! Are you even listening to me?”

Yanked from his fantasies of what was under the towel, Logan refocused on the issue at hand. He was moving in and she was clearly not happy about it.

He swallowed hard and turned to the dresser, pulling open a drawer. “I was just wondering which drawers I could make mine.” He grinned as he reached inside and pulled out a silky pair of light-pink panties. “Pink, huh? I didn’t take you for a baby-pink kind of woman.” He dangled the panties in front of him. “Red? Definitely. Black? Absolutely. But soft pink?” He pressed his lips together in an effort not to smirk. “Now that is a surprise.”

Faith’s face had also turned a specific shade of pink. But there was nothing soft about it when she reached out and yanked her panties from his grip before reaching past him and the drawer shut so violently he almost got his hand caught inside.

“Get. Out. Logan.”

Okay.He was definitely pushing her too far.

He let his eyes drop to where her towel had slipped a little and for a split second contemplated again how it might turn out if he just gave in and kissed her. But the anger flashing in her eyes told him it wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Okay,” he finally conceded. “I’ll let you get dressed and then we can talk.” He watched her visibly—at least a little—relax as he spoke. “Because we do need to talk about this, Faith, and you know it.” She nodded but she still didn’t look pleased. “Don’t forget, you’re the love of my life.” Her lips pressed together in a hard line when he added, “At least for the next few weeks.”

By the time Faith managed to pull on a T-shirt and cutoff shorts and pull her still soaking hair up into a clip, she’d managed to calm down a little. But only a little. She was still vibrating—and mostly with anger, although she couldn’t deny the flip of her stomach or the clenching of her gut whenever Logan was around. Never mind the fact that she was naked in the shower and he was in her underwear drawer.

Ugh.

Okay. She was still pretty mad. And she’d need to focus on that anger to keep her from letting any of the other feelings through. Especially because the alternative was to admit that the man’s mere presence did things to her insides that made her want to drop her towel completely. No matter how mad she was.

Faith took a deep breath and let it out slowly before walking into the kitchen, where Logan was pouring two cups of freshly brewed coffee. He handed her one when she walked in and despite herself, she inhaled the delicious aroma deeply. He made a damned good cup of coffee and she was sorely in need of it.

“Are you ready to talk about me moving in now?” he said after she’d sat at the kitchen table.

“It’s not happening.”

“Faith. It has to.” He sat down across from her. “You do remember what’s happening today, right? The meeting?Themeeting.”

She remembered. She also remembered very clearly what lie they’d perpetuated to get that meeting. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t actually started the lie, but they’d definitely run with it.

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