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“You will not,” Addison objected. “What if you died? Nope. No way.”
The two continued to debate whether Hunter could or could not go to space while Emma turned to Logan.
“Why the change of mind?”
He shrugged. “My life is different now. I’m single and...just different. I only have myself to think of.”
Well, that wasn’t true.
Emma raised a brow and glanced around at the people sitting in front of them. “You have a big family. I’m sure they don’t see it that way.”
Logan ignored her comment.
“What’s your excuse?” he asked. His smirk was breathtaking in the flicker of the firelight, and he lay with an arm on his knee.
She let out a sigh.
Logan Dufort was far too tempting. Emma considered excusing herself for a bathroom break or a swim with the sharks...but she wanted to sit here and talk to him.
And stare into those deep blue eyes.
“Perhaps I’m scared,” she confessed.
“I think you’d go,” Logan teased, tilting his head up to the sky. “Write a book in space or something.”
Emma let out a laugh.
She’d had way too many drinks to be so close and flirting with this man. Their eyes locked, and they both smiled stupidly at each other.
Shit.
A phone beeped, interrupting the moment.
Thank goodness.
“Damn. I need to go check on Sienna. Apparently, she’s having a nightmare.” Addison began to stand.
They had arranged a nanny for the evening. Someone Olivia knew and used when they were in the Hamptons.
“I’ll walk you back.” Hunter stood and brushed the sand off his pants. “Have fun, stargazers.”
“Night.” As the two of them wandered off, Logan leaned back on one of his elbows and stared at Emma.
They weren’t sitting so close it appeared intimate, but Emma could feel every cell of his body calling to hers. The urge to stretch out next to him was almost palpable.
Especially with his shirt gaping, giving her a glimpse of his smooth muscular chest, those long strong legs of his stretched out on the sand.
Every inch of Logan Dufort screamed power.
Knowing what he felt like on top of her, inside of her, just made her want more.
Much more.
“Keep looking at me like that, and we’re both going to come down with sudden food poisoning and need to race home,” Logan said in a rough, low voice.
She blushed and looked away.
“I need to touch you soon, Emma. Very fucking soon.”
