Page 99 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

Knowing he was making a spectacle of himself, Jon straightened, trying for some semblance of dignity.

“As if you’d ever lift a finger, Steel. You’d only get your team to do your dirty work, but no amount of publicity is going to stop your fall from grace. Enjoy swimming in the cesspool with the rest of us.”

Knocking back what remained of his drink, he shoved his way through a group of chatting guests. Logan didn’t care what the idiot had to say, concerned with only one thing. He took Jane by the elbows.

“You’ve turned very pale. Are you OK?”

She gave a small laugh. “I’ll be fine. I’m just being ridiculous.”

He eyes burned with intensity as he looked at her. “Jon is an ego maniac who loves to play the victim, but he’s harmless. He’s just flexing his balls because he feels so inadequate here.”

His words were so descriptive that a picture of the man struggling to squeeze snooker balls that kept slipping through his tiny hands had her laughing. When she explained, his eyes danced with mischief.

“I thought the ‘tiny hands’ part of your vision most telling. You know what they say about them, of course…”

He raised a brow, happier now that color was coming back to her cheeks. For a moment there, she had seemed as if she might faint.

“Tiny hands, tiny… gloves.” She shot him an impish look that made him weak at the knees.

There.

There was the woman he was hoping lay beneath the walls of protection she built around herself.

She was always so careful, tip-toeing around everyone, hesitating before she ever spoke as if to second guess herself. She might not have her memory, but Logan was beginning to get an insight in who she might have been before they met.

But he would wait to discuss those thoughts with Detective Summers.

Tonight, he was going to give her the best night of her life. Filled with the kind of intention that had brought all of his success, he wrapped an arm around her waist, noting how right it felt to have her nestling into him.

“I don’t know about you, but I could sure do with some of that feast over there.”

Her eyes turned wide at the banquet that lay before them.

They drank champagne, nibbled on Hors d’oeuvres of Miyazaki wagyu beef skewers, lobster-stuffed hibiscus, black truffle pot stickers and the caviar, sea urchin and scallop tartare that was cradled by an ice sculpture of an angel, in an homage to the children’s charity that funds were being raised for. Individual pot pies, Kobe beef steaks, and baked sea bass were the mains to choose from.

Dessert came in the form of French macarons inspired by popular ice-cream flavors, red velvet brownies shaped like angel wings, and Matcha cake pops that Logan fed to her, using his thumb to brush away any crumbs left lingering on her lips.

When their stomachs were full, he took her for a spin around the dancefloor. Under the crystal lights, he twirled her round and round until she was giggling, breathless and dizzy.

“I’m going to fall.”

He swooped her down grandly. “Then I’ll simply have to catch you.”

The smile he gave her could have stopped time.

She couldn’t hear the music anymore or the sounds of the other revelers. There was only him and those eyes that she was sinking into. The air was electric. She had to speak or risk losing herself completely.

“This is some night.”

It was a lame comment, designed to break the intimacy of the moment. But Logan wasn’t phased for a second, having expected just as much.

Slowly, he helped her to straighten, tucking her face against his chest so closely that she could feel the beat of his heart. Laying his chin on the top of her head, he whispered into her hair.

“If you think this is good, just wait until you see what I have planned for the rest of the night.”

A shiver ran through her. There was no doubt in her mind what he had meant by that… the only question was, whether he meant it or if this was all part of the show they were putting on.

She was so confused.

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