Page 112 of Sapphire Sunset

Connor figured that earned her a kiss on the cheek insteadof the forehead.

Movie Night had originally been scheduled for thepool. But after that morning’s near drowning, the prospect of a bunch of kidsbobbing up and down on floaties while they watchedFinding Dorynolonger seemed like a pleasant diversion. So Jonas had relocated the event tothe hotel’s biggest ballroom where the staff had carted in spare mattresses fromrollawaysand dressed them in vaguely coral-lookingformations using bright sheets and blankets and any other beachy party favorthey could find in storage.

All of it seemed like the perfect way for parents to keeptheir kids occupied while they nervously checked for fire updates on theirphones. And when Connor checked in, it looked to be working.

The latest updates about the Palm Fire were encouraging. Thewinds had shifted, sparing the nursing home that had been in the fire’s sightsand driving the flames toward a less populated area.

They were wheeling in the popcorn machine as Connor made aquiet exit.

J.T. escorted him to the penthouse suite, all Southern charm,his cornsilk hair in its usual, enviably perfect side part.

Connor opened the door gently and saw most of the lightswere off except for a few dim ones in the seating area. Resting on the diningtable was a bright gift bag, swaddled in the ribbons Connor recognized as thesignature of his mother’s favorite gift wrap service. He read the name on thecard.

A gift from his mother to Logan. This pleased him far morethan a gift with his name on it.

Or maybe he should wait to see what it was first.

And where was Logan?

Connor turned, and the sight that greeted him brought out agasp.

Logan was asleep, a soft spill of warm light from thebedside lamp falling on his Greek statue of a profile, making a slender riverof gold along his smooth, hard chest, stopping right below one of those darknipples Connor had tasted for the first time the night before. He’d rousedLogan quickly that morning so he hadn’t taken the time to drink in the sight ofthe gorgeous man at rest. His lips slightly parted with each breath, his eyesclosed, his face relaxed and devoid of the tense, ready-to-respond energy thatlit up his muscles whenever he was awake. Silent and slumbering, his size wassomehow more noticeable. And this leisurely glimpse of Logan at rest felt moreintimate than any moment of shared nudity they’d enjoyed the night before.

Slowly, Connor went to the bed and sank down on the edge ofit.

Logan stirred. His smile was instant, pure. Boyish, even.Then his eyes widened as memory seemed to strike. “Oh God. What did I do?”

“You have a really interesting reaction to pain meds.”

“Crap,” he groaned. “I shouldn’t have taken it. I can’thandle that stuff.”

“I think it’s fine as long as you don’t interact with humansfor at least twelve hours.”

“What did I do, Connor?” Logan moaned.

“Where do I begin? I think your crowning achievement waswhen you joined us for an evacuations update with Gloria on FaceTime.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. It was going all right until you told her to take offthe boa constrictor around her neck because it was distracting you.”

Logan winced. “I’m guessing there wasn’t a snake.”

“Not even a scarf. You passed out after that. Gloria had hersister, who’s a nurse, come to check on you, and she said your vitals werefine, you were probably having a mental reaction.”

“You can say that again. What else?”

“You tried to kiss me in front of the reporters outside.”

“I sort of remember that.”

“Also, the reporters basically know everything there is toknow now about Marine Corps Water Survival training.”

“I remember, and I still think that’s important. What else?”

“You told me we’d be doing it cowboy style until yourshoulder felt better.”

“My shoulder does feel better. But I still want to be yourTrigger.” Logan’s smile blended seduction and youthful lasciviousness into a combinationthat made Connor’s breath catch.

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