Page 46 of His Fantasy Girl

How about mind-blowing? But maybe it hadn’t felt the same for her. A car drove past on the road beyond the warehouse, and she shifted in his arms. “You can let me go now,” she said.

Time to move and get back to real life.

He sighed. He liked it right here. Real life had a way of tarnishing things. But he uncurled his arms from around her.

Totally naked, she scrambled to her feet and stood. He couldn’t take his eyes from the smooth curves of her body. Perfection. She cast him a quick peek as if realizing he was watching, then looked purposefully away. Her clothes were scattered on the ground, and she quickly grabbed them up and pulled them on, only looking back at Logan when she was fully dressed. He was still seated on the ground, back against the wall, legs stretched out. Now he pushed himself to his feet, fastened his pants, and was ready to go.

“I’ll take you home.”

“What is this place?” she asked as they headed back to the bike.

“A work in progress. I bought the site to open a new club.”

He took the drive back a little slower. The roads were still quiet this early, but he felt no urge to rush. He liked the way she held him loosely, but with her breasts pressed against his back.

At that moment, he became aware of a sound. A police siren. He looked in the mirror and swore under his breath. He so didn’t need this right now. But sure enough, there was a patrol car coming up behind them, flashing its lights for them to pull over. They were the only thing on the road, so it must mean them, though he hadn’t been speeding.

He glanced back over his shoulder, just to check, and then slowed the bike and steered to the side of the road, where he pulled over and switched off the engine. The police car drew up behind. Through the mirror, he watched the officer climb out and approach them.

He turned to the side so Abby could hear him. “Stay here,” he said. “I’ll deal with this.” She did as she was told, not even removing her helmet, and he was guessing she wasn’t too keen on being recognized. She probably knew most of the police in this area.

Logan took a deep, calming breath and pulled off his helmet as he swung from the bike to stand facing the officer. The man was young; they were usually the worst, out to prove something. Logan kept his face expressionless.

“Nice bike,” the officer said. “Is it yours?”

Like he was going to say no. “Yes.”

“You can prove that?”

Logan made a snorting sound, but he turned to Abby who was still wearing his jacket. “My wallet is in the inside pocket.”

She reached inside, pulled out the wallet, and handed it to him. He took out the paper and passed it to the officer. Everything was in order. The guy could be as difficult as he liked, but there was nothing he could get Logan on. He just had to wait it out. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t used to this.

Beside him, Abby’s fingers were tapping against the leather of the seat as the officer took an age to look at the papers. Then he glanced across at Logan. “I’m going to call this in.”

Logan gritted his teeth but managed a casual shrug. “Go ahead.”

“No, wait,” Abby snapped, irritation clear in her voice. She pulled off the helmet, and her hair fell loose around her shoulders. “Is there a problem, Officer West?”

So she did recognize him. Logan didn’t know whether to laugh or warn her off. From the expression on her face, he probably wouldn’t succeed in the latter. She looked pissed.

The man turned to her, a frown drawing his brows together at the interruption. Then he actually looked at her and went very still, his eyes widening, like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

This time Logan couldn’t quite stifle his snort of amusement.

Officer West swallowed. “Sergeant Parker?”

“Obviously. You were going to phone something in. What exactly?”

“Um. Er…”

She raised a brow.

“There have been a number of bike thefts recently. We’ve been told to keep an eye out.”

“Fair enough. I take it there’s a problem with Mr. McCabe’s paperwork?”

He swallowed again, glanced down at the paper in his hand, then back at Logan. “No problem.” He handed it to Logan and cleared his throat. “Drive safely.” Then he walked back to his patrol car, got in, and drove off.

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