“No rings. No husband and wife.” Gently, I run my hand down Maggie’s back, enjoying the way she’s relaxed against me. I know this is only temporary, but avoiding catching feelings for this little girl is virtually impossible. Avoiding those same feelings for her daddy... that’s a little easier. “Not that night. That night, we focus on Ryker and Delaney. We can game-plan coming out of the closet after Ryker’s cleared of the charges.”
Something catches Posey’s attention, and I turn to watch as she trots away faster than I’ve ever seen her move. I still wouldn’t call it fast, but it’s fast for her.
Logan grips my chin in his fingers and turns my face back to his. Only this time, he’s closed the distance between us. “Been a long damn time since I’ve been in a closet with a woman, Olivia. But I have no doubt we could have a lot of fun there. You just gotta admit the truth.”
“What truth?” I snap. Or more accurately, try to snap. But the words come out a little huskier than I’d like because I’d give this stupid man just about any words he’d want for him to take the damn edge off at this point.
He steps back, breaking the connection. “Simple.” His arms cross and his muscles bulge. “That you, Olivia St. James-Adler, don’t hate me.”
You are holding his baby and cannot beat this man silly.
You are holding his baby and cannot beat this man silly.
You are holding his baby and cannot beat this man silly.
I repeat this mantra over and over in my head until I calm myself enough to stand. “I can think of so many things I’d let you do to me in that closet, hotshot.” I carefully transfer Maggie to Logan’s arms. “But none of them are worth lying for.” Turning, I gather my things and look back over my shoulder one more time. “So many things, Logan. Naughty things.” His eyes flare wide, pupils darkening. “Sexy things.” I lower my voice and lick my lips. “Things you could do with your tongue and your hands and your teeth before you even take your clothes off, andIget my first taste.” I drag my eyes down his body to the unbelievably impressive bulge in the jeans I was admiring earlier. “All you have to do is get over yourself and realize that hate sex can be oh, so much fun.”
I walk away again before he gets a chance to answer, adding an extra sway to each step, hoping his resolve will break soon.
I might consider myself a badass most days, but even badasses have their breaking points.
LOGAN
So do we need a tux for
this wedding?
How the fuck should I
know? Did you try
asking Serena?
You’re going, and your wife lives here.
I thought you’d already know.
You two really need to work on
your communication skills
if you want this marriage to work.
Fuck off, Rafe.
Just saying. I like Liv.
Time to figure out how to
get her to stick around.
Why? So you can have
an in with Serena?
I don’t need an in, brother.
Neither of them hate me.
