“You’re going to let someone snap you up, and I hope they hold onto you,” he said after we hugged away any awkwardness.
Just one more wall, a barrier, a fucking white picket fence. Anything to shut down this tsunami of unwelcomed desires.
One wall between me and Logan King.
That’s all I need.
“Beth.”
I jump, dropping the knife in the process as he appears at the threshold like he’s been summoned by dirty thoughts alone.
“Are the girls here?”
“Isabel is down for a nap and Hannah is in the playhouse doing her homework.”
He takes a step inside before dipping his chin. “Got a minute?”
And with just the sight of him, there goes my wall.
Brick by brick.
You’re shitting all over my walls, Logan.
“Sure,” I say, my voice sounding too high. I busy myself with adding the chopped vegetables to the pot. “What’s up?”
“Tell me you didn’t agree to go on a date with Ace fucking Blackwood today.” His tone is strained.
It’s only when he steps inside from out of the late afternoon sun that I see a faint darkness in his eyes, the clench of his jaw, and hands balled into fists.
I wipe my palms on the towel, not knowing why my heart has suddenly started racing in my chest.
There’s something hungry in his gaze.
Something primal.
Something irresistible.
Walls.
I laugh to hide the nerves bubbling in my throat. “News sure does travel fast around here.”
“Beth?”
There’s a warning there. Not one that scares me, though it probably should. It’s one that brings that same ache between my legs.
Why am I like this?
I swallow hard before answering. “He asked me out. I said no.”
He takes another step forward, and I grip the counter at my back, needing something to keep me steady.
“Why?”
Why?
Why did I say no?
Because I had a sex dream.