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“I’m building a playhouse before they get home.”
I gawk at him. “Excuse me?”
“Hannah said she wanted a playhouse. I’m giving her one before she starts school next week. I thought it might take her mind off things.”
Straightening my spine, my sleepy brain finally begins to catch up as my chest tightens. Hannah is naturally an anxious child. She’s been worried about starting a new school, and the fact that Logan paid attention to it makes my heart swell.
“You’re kidding?” His blank stare tells me he’s not. “Just because she asked for a playhouse doesn’t mean she can have one.”
“Why not?”
“Why not? Seriously? This is crazy. You don’t need to build a playhouse for my kids.”
Slowly, he reaches out and rests his hands on my arms. “No offense here, but those kids are yours, and I’m sure you’ve had years to become immune to those eyes, but I haven’t. I’ll be lucky not to keel over next time Hannah flutters her eyelashes at me, or every time Isabel calls me Loggie. If they want a playhouse, I’m going to give them a damn playhouse.”
My heart just expanded in my chest.
Who is this man?
Do I argue with him? Hug him? Cry?
“You’re the craziest neighbor I’ve ever had.”
His eyes fall from my face and dance over my robe, a smile pulling on the corner of his mouth the more he explores.
His eyes meet mine again. “Cold?”
I feel the first rush of heat expand over my neck and into my cheeks like the lick of a flame. The second rush of heat is much lower down.
It’s the smirk.
I’m sure it has powers, seducing women with a simple yet wicked tilt of his lips.
I swallow the nerves bubbling in my throat. “A little,” I admit. It’s only half a lie. The full truth is that my body always surprises me with these reactions to him.
Only him.
I was sure I would never feel the rush of heat low in my belly ever again. Logan has once again proved me wrong.
Not that I’d ever act on it. He’s my neighbor. He’s my sexy as sin neighbor, but that’s not the point. I know he said he hasn’t been with anyone since I moved here, and honestly, I still don’t know how to take that, but I’ve seen the way women’s mouths fall open when they see him. His look alludes to a bad boy we all so desperately love, while his actions are kind, caring, soft.
Although, soft is never a word I’d use to describe Logan. Nope. This man is all hard planes and layers of muscle.
I blink away the fog, shaking the thoughts and pushing them to the farthest parts of my mind.
“You okay, pretty girl?” His eyes narrow on me, bringing me back to the present.
I rub the palms of my hands over my arms, gathering heat. “Yeah, sorry.”
Noticing my sudden embarrassment, his brows lift slightly. “Go back to bed. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. I was awake.”
His brows pull together, like he can tell my nightmares keep me awake, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Want some breakfast?” I ask. It’s the least I can do.
“I could eat.”
