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Could she get a grip?
Talk about a trip down Objectification Boulevard. When his mouth tipped up at the corner and perfect teeth peeked from those mackable lips, her gaze flew to his eyes.
Busted.
She looked down.
Crap.
Then recognition jolted through her. Her gaze swung to him again. He eased around the scaffolding and nimbly landed on the hardwood floor, all athletic grace and male perfection.
Because he was freaking Logan King.
She’d just eye-fucked the lead singer of All the King’s Men—their headliner and the darling of Winchester Falls. He barely resembled the same man in the poster. And not in a bad way.
This version was a little more approachable, and yet no less intense.
“Logan!”
Bella’s eyebrows shot up as the mayor hotfooted her way across the barn. The formidable Mayor Darcy walked into his arms and gave him a friendly hug.
She wasn’t sure Mr. Darcy even got a hug like that. Even more appalling…Logan hugged her back, bending down to whisper something in her ear.
Sharon tapped his cheek and laughed like a schoolgirl. “I thought you went back into the city. We finished the interviews yesterday.”
Had there been an alien invasion and the mayor had been replaced with one of those reptilian things like in that old TV show?
“Isabella, come over here.” Sharon held her arm out, waving Bella over. “Logan King, this is the head of the Summer Festival planning committee, Isabella Grace.”
Bella forced her feet to work and crossed to them. Somehow she bent her mouth into the half smile that helped get her through more than one dry dinner party.
Logan held his hand out. “We almost just met. A pleasure.”
Bury. Me. Now. C’mon, Earth. Open up and swallow me whole. That’d be amazing. “Nice to meet you.” No sparks please. Just a hand. A clammy hand would be preferable actually.
She clasped his hand and…nothing. Just dry and firm. Professional.
Disappointment rolled through her. So maybe she’d figured on sparks. At least on her part. Maybe because he was Logan King, but more because of her reaction to…well, everything else. But it seemed that he knew how to do the polite handshake and move on. No entanglements.
It was better that way.
Completely.
As he released her hand, the calloused tips of his fingers teased the inside of her wrist.
Okay.
Sparks. Wow. Flay off a layer of skin kind of sparks.
She slid her hand behind her back and curled her fingers into her palm. Go away now, tingles. You’re way past inconvenient, and bordering on inappropriate.
Three
Well, fuck.
Logan jammed his hands into his pockets. That was something he did not need. This town was his no fly zone. So he sure as shit was going to ignore the hot rock that had materialized in the middle of his chest. He exchanged pockets for crossing his arms over his chest. Why the hell did he leave his shirt in the truck?
Sharon gave him an indulgent smile. “You snuck off before we got to talk yesterday.”
