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“If Ethridge discovers you’re running a game on his game, he might lash out. The Weather Channel said that Noble Pass is closed. What if she gets hurt or you need help?”
“Will you stop? I’ve got this.”
“Fine. I’m counting on you.”
Logan ended the call. He walked straight through to Elle’s side of the suite. He turned back her covers, flipped on the light in the bathroom, and then returned to the common room. For a few seconds, he stood over her and watched her sleep. He studied her features, noting she appeared much more angelic this way than awake and arguing with him.
He slid his arms under her and lifted her in one smooth motion. Elle’s eyes fluttered open but then closed as she nestled her head against his shoulder. Damn, he couldn’t resist the urge to stand still and hold her for a minute, but the longer she stayed in his arms, the harder putting her down would be. He carried her to her bed and gently laid her on the sheet.
Elle turned onto her side. A slight smile played at the corners of her lips, but she didn’t open her eyes. He leaned down and softly kissed her cheek before pulling the blanket over her body. He turned off the light and left the room, closing the door behind him.
It was going to be a long night.
Four
Elle woke to the aroma of coffee. She pushed back the covers and discovered her new black dress bunched around her waist. Logan had put her to bed. She hoped that she’d been properly covered at the time. Hearing that she exposed the lace thong she’d worn last night would be embarrassing. She put her feet on the floor and straightened her clothes.
A memory flashed through her mind. She touched a spot on her cheek. Had she dreamed that Logan had kissed her?
“Rise and shine.” Logan’s playfulness gave her a morning smile. “I’m coming in on the count of three, so cover up,” he called out.
“I’m up,” she answered. “And ready for that coffee that I hope you’re bringing me.”
He strolled in carrying two cups as if this were something he did every day. Gray warm-ups hung loosely at his hips; his bare chest sported a sprinkling of dark hair. Elle’s gaze tracked that trail until it disappeared under his waistband.
“Good morning.” He held a cup close enough for the aroma to wake up her taste buds.
“Sorry. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen you half-naked.” She grabbed the coffee and took a big sip. The hot liquid seared off a layer of tongue as she swallowed, probably matching the color of the burn rushing up her cheeks.
Logan walked to the only chair in the room and sat. “Yeah. I was probably seventeen the last time you and Eric went water-skiing with me.” Logan’s gaze travelled across her body. “Your dress looks worse than you do. That last glass of wine put you out like a light.”
“I never drink four glasses.” Elle peered into the mirror. “My eyes look awful.”
“You look great. Besides, you were nervous.” He pushed himself to his feet.
“No. I was careless and stupid.” Elle glanced at the clock. “You’d better get going. Nicki will worry if you’re late.”
Logan moved across the room like a very fast cat. He stood toe-to-toe with her, hooked his index finger under her chin, and gently lifted until their gazes locked. “I’m not worried about her opinion of me.”
Heat bloomed in her belly and headed south. “Exactly whose opinion do you care about?”
His mouth opened but didn’t speak. She mentally pleaded with him to say something. He leaned down and brushed her forehead with his lips. Frustration cooled the pool of heat forming between her thighs.
“Have a good day.” Elle had to get him out of her bedroom before she kissed him or punched him, whichever came first. Besides, he had a ski date, and she had a plan to execute.
“Damn it, Elle. You’re as transparent as cellophane. Do not break into Brandon’s suite again.”
Elle kept her composure and bit back a sharp retort. “Yes, dear.”
“Okay. I sounded a bit bossy. I just don’t want you to get into trouble.”
“You mean Eric doesn’t want me to get into trouble.”
Log
an’s expression turned icy. “If that’s what you want to believe.”
There for a fleeting heartbeat, she’d hoped he’d say that he was worried about her. When that didn’t happen, Elle motioned him out of the room. “You’ll have to excuse me. I have to get ready for my ski lesson. I hear the instructor is an Olympic medal winner and is extremely hot.”
