Page 37 of Shattered
A little out of breath and a lot turned-on, I managed to drag my mouth away from his. "I think we need to slow down, Flynn's in the other room."
Logan frowned as if he'd also just discovered the position we were in and then he was sitting at the far end of the couch, dragging his hands through his hair. I don't know why, but I burst out laughing and simply couldn't stop.
"Why are you laughing, woman?" He sounded genuinely upset and that just made me laugh more.
"I don't know."
Shaking his head, Logan mumbled, "My kisses make you laugh."
"Oh, it did a whole lot more than just make me laugh." And then I added, "Maybe you could come over tomorrow and kiss me into laughter again?" Clearly, my brain-to-mouth filter wasn't working fine, but it didn't matter. The smile Logan rewarded me with was enough to melt my cares away if only for a few moments.
It would seem that whenever he was around me common sense went straight out of the window because when I walked into the clinic the next morning, my head was still very much filled with all things Logan. So much so that I bumped straight into a woman waiting by my desk. It was only when she turned around and I started to apologize that I realized who she was.
"Mrs. Jackson, I'm so sorry I didn't see you."Because I was too busy reliving your son's amazing kisses.I wasn't a person that blushed, but I felt the heat creep into my cheeks while Logan's mother looked at me with sparkling eyes.
"Call me Daisy," Her smile was big and bright, the tiny wrinkles at the corners a testament to a happy life.
I gave her a quick nod before rounding my desk and peeking down the hallway. "Do you need me to call Chase for you? He has to be here somewhere I saw his truck outside."
Daisy's graying shoulder-length curls bounced this way and that as she shook her head adamantly. "I came to see you, Harper."
If ever there was a time for the ground beneath my feet to open up and swallow me, it was now! I wasn't stupid; I knew that Logan and I were the topic on everyone's lips. Hell, people had been asking me about it when I went to buy bread. Was this the part where she warned me to stay away from her son?
Squaring my shoulders, I looked her in the eye and said, "It's about Logan, isn't it?"
"More about him keeping you and your son to himself," Placing her wrinkled hands on my desk, she leaned closer. "I'm feeling left out. I keep hearing about how unbelievably adorable your little boy is, and I'd very much like to meet him as well as spend some time with the woman who has managed to put a smile onmyson's face."
I was so screwed.
"Someone here to see you."
I rolled out from beneath the Toyota on which I was working to find Brett grinning at me. Frowning at him, I pushed to my feet and grabbed the rag hanging over the car's side mirror.
"You said I have company?" I asked while I wiped mydirtyhands on thecloth.
"Yup," Brett's grin widened and he jerked his head in the direction ofour break area. "And by the looks of it, I'd say you're inabit of trouble."
WhenI noticed who my friend was talking about, I pushed past him at once and headed to where Harper was pacing with her hands planted on her hips. The only thing on my mind was kissing those pretty lips.I thought better of it when I saw the storm brewing in her eyes though.
"I'd say this is a nice surprise, but Sugar, you don't look happy." She stoppedpacing and staredat me, her teeth digging into her bottom lip and her eyes wide.
"Your mother just came to see me."
"Ah, shit." Knowing momma she possibly bullied my girl into a lunch-dateor something. I was also aware of the fact that I kept referring to Harper as mine, wishful thinking I guess.
"Yeah," she blew out a breath and focussed on a spot on my chest. "She invited us to a BBQ this weekend."By the look on her face, you'd think that my mom had asked her to go to an execution instead of a friendly gathering.
Pressing my fingers under her chin, I guided her gaze back to mine. "It was just an invitation, attendance isn't mandatory."
Harper pulled away from my touch and shook her head. "It's not that I don't want to go, it's...it's…" she let out a sigh and gave me her back while dragging her hands through her hair. She'd been letting it hang loose more often and I loved it.
But now was not the time to be thinking about her tresses or how desperately I wanted to feel their silkiness between my fingers. She was upset and I needed to make it right. Placing my hands on her shoulders I turned her to face me.
Still cupping her shoulders, I stooped so I could look directly into her troubled green eyes. "Talk to me, Sugar."
"Your mom and maybe even the whole town think that we-" she waggled her index finger between us. "- are dating. Going there with Flynn will just lead to more questions. People are already stopping me in the store to find out when thebig dayis."Yeah, that's small town folks for ya.
I'm notgonnalie, I was hoping that she'd be a bit more keen on the idea of the two of us dating. But with the little pieces she'd given me so far, I knew that Harper was terrified of commitment. The one thing she didn't realize was that I'd waitas long as it took for her open up and let me in. Lifting my lips into a smile, I said, "Let them think what they want, Sugar. We're adults, we don't need to explain ourselves to anyone and we sure as hell don't need to define what's going on between us."
