Page 20 of Reject Him

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next day, Eme wakes up before Val can come in and open the curtains. She lies in bed for a moment, recalling the dream she had about Logan. It was a sex dream and a hot dream at that. She can’t help but wonder why it stirs familiar, yet unfamiliar, feelings inside her.

Yesterday, Logan had stepped up to the plate. Yesterday, he had spent time with her, told her about himself. He told her about his life, a near-complete stranger spilling his guts to someone he’s so certain he will mate.

And then there was the phone call from Dillon and how he handled it. She . . . had liked his possession. It made her feel safe. Cared for. Cherished. Not once has she ever had that with any boyfriend she’d had.

She places the back of her hand over her forehead and breathes deep. “What is happening to me?” she asks the silent room. She’s never been with someone so kind, so generous. Sure, she’s been with possessive males, but none like Logan. He’s gentle. Kind. She can’t deny those two things, and she finds that she no longer wants to pretend he’s the reason she can’t find her true mate.

Her true mate . . . Perhaps Val was right. Perhaps finding a true mate will never happen. Perhaps it’s a fool's dream, and at this moment, with Logan still fresh in her mind and his scent swirling around her even though he’s in another room . . . well, she can’t deny that maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t want to find her true mate.

She doesn’t know what to make of this.

Tossing back the covers, she places her feet on the cold floor and strides to the curtains, flipping them open. The sun is behind a cover of gray clouds, and snow falls gently from them. Outside, she can see the homes and the people already milling about for the day. But then she sees something to the left that she hadn’t noticed before. A road that leads to . . . what is that?

A knock at her door startles her, and she turns to it. “Come in!” she shouts.

She assumed it would be Val, but Logan opens the door and pops his head inside. “Oh good, you’re awake.”

She gulps at the sight of him. He’s shirtless, still wearing pajama pants, and his skin, his skin begs to be touched. It has dewiness that’s hard to resist.

He steps into the room and frowns at her silence. “Is everything okay?”

Aware of her rumpled appearance, she straightens her wrinkled pajama shirt and runs a hand through her tangled hair. “Yes, yes, of course. I just thought you were Val.”

He grins, and she gets the feeling that perhaps he knows exactly why she reacted the way she had. She must have had her jaw open or something.

Stepping farther into the room, he asks, “Can I come in?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” she repeats.

He strides to the window she’s looking out of and stops to stand beside her. “A beautiful morning.”

“It is,” she says, turning to observe with him. “What is that?” she points to the area she had been looking at when he’d knocked on the door.

“That’s the village.”

“Yes, but what part of the village?”

He frowns at her. “I thought Draven showed you around.”

“He didn’t show me all of the village.”

She looks again, counting the number of what looks to be wide houses that hug a snowy road.

“We call it the marketplace,” Logan supplies.

“A marketplace?”

He nods. “How about I take you there today?”

She gulps when he scoots a bit closer, his hand brushing hers. The memory of her dream is still fresh in her mind. “Okay.”

Reaching toward her just a bit, he hooks a pinky around hers and squeezes. The tiny gesture sends shivers across her body. “Get dressed. We’ll eat at the Spears’.”

She has no idea who the Spearses are, but she’s sure she’ll soon find out. “What about Val?”

“She asked for the day off. Something about Wayne’s house being a disaster. I told her not to worry about it.”