Page 67 of His Fantasy Girl

Had he been arrested for something?

The thought flickered through her mind, and she tossed it out. No way. Logan was a good man. And besides, he had that whole calm-in-the-face-of-adversity thing.

So if he hadn’t been arrested, what was he doing here?

Without conscious thought, she was on her feet and heading down the corridor. She pushed open the swinging doors leading into the reception area, her gaze locked on Logan’s back, her heart speeding up. She gave herself a little shake, dragged her gaze away, and tried to make sense of the scene in front of her.

The sergeant on duty had a bewildered expression on his face as though not entirely sure what was going on—so she wasn’t alone. Jack stood in front of the desk, facing Logan, and a whole crowd of uniformed and plain clothes police were watching them avidly.

She turned her attention back to Logan, and the ache in her chest eased a little, as though just being in the same room was enough to banish the pain. A smile tugged at her lips, and she forced it away.

Distance.

“Sergeant Parker.” She jumped as someone spoke from behind her. Her boss stood with his eyes narrowed on her, his hairy brows drawn together. “What’s going on?”

“I really don’t know, sir.”

At the sound of her voice, Logan spun around, and for a second she drank him in. Today he was all bad-boy menace in black leather, his hair pulled back, stubble darkening his cheeks, eyes slightly bloodshot and…she looked lower…he had a huge bunch of crimson roses clutched in his hand. A little flicker of hope sparked to life inside her.

Jack edged in her direction, and Logan turned to him with a frown, looming over the other man, a sneer on his face. Oh God, she hoped he wasn’t going to punch him. “You don’t get to have her, Jack. And you know why? Because she’s mine.”

A little thrill of pleasure shot along her nerves.

“I think we’ll let Abby decide that,” Jack said.

“So let her.”

“I really don’t think this is the place—”

Logan was bristling with barely leashed menace. He really didn’t like Jack. Time to jump in and keep the peace. She hurried out of the doorway and all eyes turned her way.

Logan took a step toward her, his gaze fixed on her face, his expression solemn, a question in his eyes. She moved toward him as though she couldn’t help herself, ignoring their audience because something was happening here. Something more important than any of her colleagues’ opinions.

Everyone else faded into the background as her whole attention focused on Logan. She could see the fear in his eyes but also his resolve. He’d come for her, to the one place he hated. He was exposing his fears totally, and the love and hope she’d been holding tight inside blossomed, flooding her system with warmth. But also with a need to protect him, keep him safe, and somehow convince him that if he took the chance on her she’d never let him down.

They stopped only inches apart. He stroked a finger down her cheek, and a shiver ran through her. “You look tired, fantasy girl.”

“I haven’t been sleeping too well.”

“Me, neither. You want to help me with that?”

“Every night if you want me to.”

He exhaled, some of the tension easing from his body. “I can’t promise not to screw up, but if you give me a chance, I’ll do my best for you and Jenny. I’ll never purposefully let you down.”

“I know.”

“I’ve got to be honest—I’m scared of messing up, but I’m more scared of not being part of your lives. I need you. Both of you. Everything is meaningless without you.”

God, she wanted to hug him. “We need you too, Logan.”

Closing the final distance between them, he reached for her, crushing his bouquet of flowers between them. He gave her a quick smile, then turned and shoved the roses at Jack. “Hold on to these. I’ll need them in a minute.”

Jack opened his mouth, but no sound came out, then she forgot all about him as Logan cupped her face with both hands and stared down into her eyes. The room and everyone but Logan faded away.

“Kiss me,” she muttered. When he was too slow, she curled her fingers in the silky hair at the back of his neck, tugged him down, and parted her lips beneath his. His hands shifted to her hips and he lifted her so her feet were off the floor, and he kissed her until her head swam.

The sound of stamping feet and wolf whistles finally broke through the haze fogging her mind.

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