Page 23 of Shattered
A long silent moment passed during which Logan leisurely let his gaze roam the visible parts of my body. When his gaze found mine again, he grinned. "I'm pretty sure taking care of a busy little boy is tiring."
Somehow I'd imagined him saying something entirely different; the workings of my starved imagination again, no doubt. So instead of coming up with some smart retort, I grabbed the sandwich and took a huge bite. I didn't think itwaspossible but his grin widened.
"You don't mind being seen slurping down a pink drink?" I jerked my head toward the milkshake in front of Logan.
"Nah," and to prove his point he brought the drink to hismouthandtook a big swallow."I'm not ashamed to admit that I like somethingeven if people give me shit about it."
For the second time that day it felt like he knew what was going on inside me, only this time he called me out. If I could just tell him that it had nothing to do with shame and everything to do with ice-cold fear.
"How's my little man doing?"
"Uhm," He couldn't possibly mean it that way but when he called my son his,something inexplicable wrapped itself around my heart. I had no time or interest to dwell on it, though. "He's good," my happy voice and smile gave no indication of the chaotic state of my mind. "Can't stop talking about that bike of yours."
Logan's deep, rich laugh filled the spaceand woke up every nerve in my body. "I'll have to take both of you for a ride sometime."
"Logan, I don't-"
The rest of my protest was drowned out when the door opened and Chase came strolling in. Looking way too pleased with the situation in front of him as his gaze flicked between me and Logan.
"I see I'm just in time for lunch?"
Logan stuffed the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth and then pulled his pie closer. "You're in time to watch me eat," Logan mumbled around a mouth full of food.
"I have no interest in your bread," With his arms folded across his chest Chase strode toward us, the smug smile on his face growing with each step. "Old Mrs.Williams insisted on feeding me before I left." He patted his stomach. "I had enough food to last me a week. Anyway, when you're ready, I'll be in my office." He directed that at his brother.
Logan gave Chase a quick glance and then said, "I'm done I'll walk with you." Then he turned his attention to me. "I've made you breakfast, we just had lunch, dinner's next."
Because my many brain cells always seemed to disappear whenever a certain mechanic was around, I managed a pathetic, "What?"
The way-too-damn-sexy-bastard had the nerve to give me that full-on smile before leaning over my desk and invading my space. "Dinner tomorrow night, Sugar."
"I can't."
Logan's eyes narrowed while they roamed over my face. "Can't or won't?"
It was definitely both, but I found myself saying, "Can't. Lizzy won't be able to watch Flynn; she has a date."
"Lizzy is seeing someone?" This coming from Chase who suddenly seemed to be standing up straighter and extremely interested in my answer.
"Uh-"
"Not the time, brother." Logan gritted out without taking his eyes off me. "And that's the only thing stopping you from saying yes?"
The intensity in his gaze made me want to slide down my seat and land in a melted puddle on the floor. "Logan-"
"I can watch Flynn." My boss was meddling again. "I mean if that's all that's standing in your way." Chase's shoulders rose and fell in a nonchalant shrug. "Flynn knows me well enough and I have plenty of experience—Molly is a busy little rascal."
"Well,there ya go. Now, say yes, Sugar."
"This is a mistake."
After throwing what felt like the hundredth pair of jeans on the bed, I sagged down too and cradled my head in my hands. "Damn those Jackson men for getting me to agree to this…this…date."
"Stop being so dramatic," I could hear Lizzy was trying to hold her laugh in. "All of these discarded pants looked fabulous on you. Maybe you should ask yourself why you're so concerned about your appearance."
I dropped both my hands into my lap and side-eyed my friend. We haven't been friends that long but I swear she knew me better than anyone ever did. And I already knew the answer to the question she'd asked. I wanted to look nice, desirable even.
The thing was as much as Logan terrified me, he intrigued me just the same. The way he looked at Flynn melted my heart and the way he looked at me melted…well…everything.
