Page 42 of One More Chance
Chapter 18
AS AN ATHLETE, LOGAN’Sresting heart rate was usually in the sixties. As soon as his truck’s tires hit the wooden boards of the covered bridge he felt his heart start to pump a little faster. He was going on a real, bonafide date with Charlotte.
Logan was thankful his hands were full of the giant bouquet of flowers or else he wouldn’t have known what to do with them. He pressed the doorbell and steeled himself as he waited for the heavy wooden door to open.
His breath hitched as the sunlight caught the gold flecks in her eyes as she smiled. She was even more beautiful than the day before. How is that even possible?
“Wow, did you leave any at the market?” she took the giant bouquet of flowers from his hands and buried her face in their blooms. “Thank you, Logan.”
I should kiss her, he thought. She paused and he wondered if she was thinking the same thing.
“Let me put these in some water,” she said, breaking the awkward pause and headed into the kitchen.
“Those are some kind of a spring flower. I bought them at the G-Spot. Did you know that there’s a greenhouse in Windswan?” he yelled from the doorway.
Charlotte laughed as she placed the heavy vase on the kitchen island. “They’re called tulips.”
“That’s right. That’s what Muriel told me. And don’t worry, there are plenty left at the store, but I was thinking that we should check out the greenhouse sometime. It must be something to see with all of that color in one place.”
Was it too much? Making plans with her past today?
“I would love to see that.” She returned from the kitchen and pulled her coat out of the front closet.
Logan realized that he had missed the opportunity to take Charlotte into his arms. Why was he so nervous around her? He wanted to touch her, he wanted to taste her, the anticipation of just kissing her was almost too much and he felt himself growing hard against the zipper of his jeans.
Where are we headed today?” she asked. Logan took her down coat from her hand.
“You’ll see.”
“Okay, but I have to be back here by two to pick up Tabitha from her ski lesson.”
Logan checked his watch. “We should have plenty of time,” he replied.
“Is this appropriate?” She held out her arms and he took the invite to blatantly gaze up and down her body. She was perfect, managing to do casual, classy, and sexy all at the same time with skinny jeans and a cream sweater. The uncomfortable pressure on his jeans increased. He really did feel like a teenager again. “Yep. That should work,” he managed to croak.
“A-ha.” She smirked.
“A-ha, what?”
“We’re not skiing, snowshoeing, or anything outdoorsy.”
“Ah, no, we’re not doing any of that. I don’t think I could keep up with you on the ski hill,” he laughed.
Shit. The plans he had weren’t sexy, cute, or fun. Logan helped her into her coat and without thinking, pulled her silky curtain of hair out from the collar and smoothed it down her back. She turned and smiled at him.
“Thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”
Like you. “Shall we?” He gestured to the door and was careful not to check out her ass as she walked down the flagstone walkway in front of him, his zipper wouldn’t withstand any more pressure.
