Page 53 of Sins or Secrets
I’m mostly relieved. I expected Riley to do something to stop me in my tracks and make life hell even though he’d signed the divorce papers.I expected it to take about six weeks for the finalization to come through,and it took less so I can’t complain.
“Yes, let’s go out,” I say. “Where should we go?”
Bree’s about to answer when her eyes fixate on something over my shoulder.
“Or you can stay here,” she states mindlessly as her eyes narrow and she nods.
I follow her gaze and immediately get trapped in the vision before us.
Weeks ago when I was imagining Logan shirtless on the beach, I remembered him at twenty years old.Only God can explain how the man rivals himself at thirty years old.
Shirtless real live thirty year old Logan instantly has me drooling and the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach like bats.
All I see as he walks around outside the kitchen window in the back yard is muscles.Him with muscles on muscles as he lifts a sheet of aluminum from the ground and keeps it in one hand, and with the other he grabs a beam and hoists it onto his shoulder like it weighs nothing.
As he twists, I catch sight of his back, which is covered in tattoos.It wasn’t like that before. There’s a massive black eagle in the center of his back with a sword in its claws.Then surrounding it are Japanese characters.Everything-- the man and his muscles and tattoos -- looks like a work of art.
I don’t know who wouldn’t stare, or how I'm supposed to stop.
Probably sensing our eyes burning into him, Logan turns and looks at us then raises his hand with the aluminum sheet in acknowledgment.
I lift my hand to wave, and he walks away in the direction of the boathouse.
Bree’s already looking at me when I turn to her, and I think I already know what she's going to say to me.
“Quinn, for the love of God, do not, and I repeat, do not fucking allow that fine specimen of a man to slip out of yourgrasp.Look at him.”
“Bree, please,” I scoff, trying to wave her off.
“Don’t you dare Bree pleaseme.He’s single, he’s gorgeous and he’s walking around on your turf looking likethat.You’re single, you’re gorgeous and you look like you need to getlaid.There is no way in hell you can tell me you don’t likehim.”
My lips part to answer. I should be able to give her all the million reasons why I can’t go down any road with Logan Savage again, but the words don’tcome.
“Okay… so what if I did likehim.”
“There’s no shame in exes hooking up forfun."
“Bree, you are crazy.”
"You can have a little fun, can’tyou?Just a little. It couldn’thurt.”
When she puts it like that, it sounds sosimple.
But it can't be with us.
Can it?
“Fun, and seriously hot sex,” she mutters with emphasis on the words hot sex, making me think of the last time I had hotsex.
It was withLogan.
Quinn
No, I did not just choose these clothes because I thought Logan would like them.
I didn’t.
I picked them because it’s a hot day, a seriously hot day.Stifling hot even, so hot I slept with the window open last night.I never do that for fear of bugs flying in and crawling on me while I’m asleep, or worse flying in my mouth.
