Page 78 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

Of course, this was still part of the act.

And maybe even this chivalrous turn was all for their benefit, for the article to go with those pictures.

And she had almost fallen for it.

“I’ll wait in your trailer.”

He knew the second she pulled away that something had happened. One minute, they were making a connection only for that shadow to have crept into her eyes.

The AD sent an impatient look his way. Logan knew time was up.

“Yes. Wait for me there, after, we’ll do something fun after.”

“Fun? What kind of fun?”

God, she was suspicious. He almost toyed with her, but for her obvious wariness.

“Why don’t I cook for you?”

She blinked at him slowly, as if he’d spoken another language.

“You can’t cook?”

“Says who?” Logan challenged, amused by the confusion in her eyes.

“The magazines haven’t mentioned anything about you being able to cook.”

A slow smile stretched over his lips. Unable to help herself, Jane found herself drawn to them.

“So you’ve been reading up about me again?”

A delicious blush spread over her cheeks.

“Only to find out who you are since I couldn’t remember anything about you.”

Logan mimed stabbing himself in the heart.

“The lady doth maim with her words.”

“Logan! We’re ready.” The AD called, apparently all done with waiting.

With a wicked grin and a flash of mischief, Logan sprinted back to the set.

“That one is trouble,” Gayle said, coming up behind her. “You’ve got your work cut out for you there.”

Jane had a sinking suspicion that the older woman might be right.

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