Page 22 of Shattered
I planted my hands on my hips and glared at him. "Which one of the pets is leaving us?"
Before he could answer, the door chimed and the first patient and their owner came waltzing through. Chase looked like he'd just dodged a bullet. Shaking my head at his weird behavior I greeted Mrs. Henderson and her Husky-Labrador-mix.
Five animal patients later Chase stalked out of the clinic with a brusque goodbye. Funny how my mind wandered to Logan the moment it was able to. I'd spent most of the night tossing and turning and feeling bad.But unfortunately,there was no way forme to tell him that I wasn't just hiding from him. I was hiding from everything he was making me feel.
I was wrong when I compared how I felt around Logan with how I had felt around Drew. Everything was magnified with Logan. I'd never fantasized about Drew the way I had with my big, tatted neighbor.
For a brief moment,I allowed myself to imagine a scenario where I actually gave in to what Lizzy had been suggesting and jump into bed with Logan without any consequences.
Oh, I was pretty sure those big hands would take their time smoothing over my skin. Goosebumps popped up all over as I imagined the scrape of his beard and the feeling of his mouth on mine.
I was trying to get a grip on my thoughts when the bell chimed. As if my sex-filled imagination had conjured him up, Logan filled the doorway.
The jeans and navy tee, that stretched over his broad chest, just served to send my mind straight back to where it was a moment ago.
Sex!
Hot and dirty sex with a hot and dirty mechanic.
Ugh, I needed help!
I expected him to come ambling toward me with that swagger of his, but he didn't. He stayed rooted in place while his eyes took in every detail of me that was visible. Under the table,I rubbed my, suddenly clammy, palms together in my lap.
By the way,his lips curled into a side-smile I got the feeling he knew exactly how he affected me. With his gaze locked onto mine, Logan stalked to where I was sitting. My throat clogged up more with every step he took.
His scent floated around me and took up residence in my lungs before his large frame dropped into one of the chairs adjacent to my desk.
Perched on the chair with his legs spread wide and his arm resting along the back of the chair next to him, his focus was still on me. His lips still curved into that sinful grin that I either wanted to smack or kiss off.
"Shouldn't you be in bed, Sugar?" That sentence said in his raspy voice took on a whole new meaning and did things to my insides.
Thankful for the ability to seemunfazedI said, "I'm doing better today. No need to lazy around at home."
"Hmm," Logan ran a hand over his beard and regardedmefor a long second. "Or maybe you're afraid I'd show up again? Do I scare you, Sugar?"
Yes! Yes, you do.
"Now why would you scare me, Logan?" I heard the slight trip in my voice and I was certain he did too, but to my surprise, he said nothing. With the silence between us becoming rather uncomfortable I asked, "Was there a specific reason you stopped by today?"
His smile was back in full force. "There was, actually." He checked the chunky black leather watch on his wrist and then eyed the door before turning those eyes on me again. "I'm here for lunch and to pick up Dozer."
"Lunch? Chase isn't here." It took a moment for my brain to register that he was the one adopting and that Chasehad conveniently neglected to tell me. It was Logan's next words that confirmed my suspicion that my boss was setting me up.
"Not looking for my brother. We're having lunch. You and me, Sugar."
The door opened at the same time as my mouth did to speak and in came a smiling Jimmy,Lizzy'sdelivery boy.With my mouth ajar I stared as Logan stood and handed a few notes to thescrawnykid before retrieving the bag.
When it was just me,Logan,and my overactiveimagination left in the suddenly too small waiting room, he sauntered toward my desk lookingvery pleased with himself.
"What's this?" I askedas he silentlyunpackedthe food.
Two sandwiches, two pink milkshakes and two slices of pecan pie were spread out in front of me when Logan finally spoke.
"Toldya, lunch."Mirth sparkled in those whiskey eyes anddamnif it wasn't melting my resolve.He dragged one of the chairs closer and seated himself across from me.His smile was so infectious, I found myself returning it.
"You'd better eat up. You'regonnaneed all your strength, Sugar." He pushed a sandwich in front of me followed by the milkshake and pie. I didn't pick it up immediately, I just stared at him with wide eyes.
"Need my strength for what now?"
