Page 57 of His Fantasy Girl

She forced herself to walk toward him, coming to a halt a foot away. “Hello.”

She waited for him to reply, but he just watched her silently, his gaze wandering over her, giving nothing away. She shifted from foot to foot then heaved a huge sigh. “What do you want, Logan? Is it something to do with Jenny?”

“Jenny is fine.”

When he offered no more, she gritted her teeth and made an effort to relax.Keep cool and smile.“What then?”

“Actually, we had a very interesting conversation over lunch.”

“You did?”

“We did.”

Christ, he was irritating. What the hell could Jenny have said? She searched her mind but came up blank. “And…?”

He pushed himself up from the wall, shoved his hands in his pockets, and she had to fight the urge to take a step back. “She told me you were seeing someone.”

A frown pulled her brows together. “She did?”

“Jack.”

“Oh.” Why the hell would Jenny tell him that? She’d only had the one date with Jack, and that had been two weeks ago. And exactly how much had her daughter told him.

“I take it he’ssuitable?”

He almost sneered the word. She’d really gotten to him, and she was sorry about that, but she never would have dreamed he was the sensitive type. She tried to come up with something diplomatic to say. They were drawing attention, and she wanted him gone. It was the shift change, and a lot of her colleagues were coming and going, casting her glances as they went, making her squirm. She wished she had a little of Logan’s imperviousness. He appeared oblivious to the curious stares. But then, he didn’t give a toss what anyone thought—apart from her. Oh no,shewasn’t allowed to think bad things about him. Just everyone else.

She tapped her fingers against the side of her bag as she tried to come up with a plan to get rid of him. What the hell did he want anyway? An introduction? Maybe as Jenny’s father he thought he had the right to vet her men friends.

Somehow she didn’t think that was his reason. He was being territorial, which, after the way they had left things a week ago, was pretty weird.

They’d been standing without saying anything for over a minute. She opened her mouth, then clamped it closed again as Jack came through the doorway. Great timing. He caught sight of her immediately—or maybe someone had told him she was out here consorting with an undesirable type, and he was rushing to the rescue.

Her head hurt.

She saw the moment Logan noticed Jack coming toward them. His shoulders tensed; his eyes narrowed. He looked from her to Jack, and his jaw clenched. Jeez, he was uptight. She reached out and rested her hand on his arm. “You okay?”

He glanced down at her hand and shook his head, the tension easing from him. He gave a short laugh. “No. I’m a fucking moron.”

She didn’t have time to answer as Jack came up beside her. “Everything okay, Abby?”

“Why the hell shouldn’t she be okay,Jack?”

So he knew who Jack was, or he’d guessed.Great, just great.

Jack shrugged, but she could tell he was uncomfortable. She had an urge to sit down, cover her head with her hands, and wait until it all went away. She was getting fed up with being the sensible one, the one who always did the right thing despite what she wanted to do. But strangely, until Logan had come back in her life, she’d never been tempted to do the wrong thing. It hadn’t occurred to her. He obviously had a very bad effect on her.

Logan and Jack stared at each other, and it was a good job they weren’t armed because neither of them looked happy. Time to pretend she was the nice, perfect person she used to be.

“Of course I’m okay,” she said, plastering a smile on her stiff face. “Logan came to tell me what a nice lunch he had with Jenny.”

“Oh. Well, do you want me to walk you to the station?”

Did she look like she needed someone to walk her to the station? Had she suddenly morphed into some fragile little woman who couldn’t take care of herself? Something must have shown in her face, because Jack’s eyes widened. “I mean as we’re going the same way.” He glanced between her and Logan. “That is, if we are…”

“No, go ahead. I’ll be along in a minute.”

He hesitated for a moment longer, and she glared.

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