Page 114 of Snared Rider

He shrugs. “So, you’re good for a fortnight.”

“Logan!”

His gaze comes up to meet mine and he doesn’t bother to hide his impatience. “Just take the time off and enjoy it. Let your hair down. Relax. You do remember how to do that, right?”

I glare at him. “Of course I remember how to relax.”

To be honest I’m not sure I do. I rarely take holidays because my job is so demanding and whenever I do have spare time, Alistair fills it with dinner parties and golfing days and other so-called organised fun.

I hate organised fun.

“Then relax.”

I snort at him. “Fat chance.”

He leans back in his seat and gives me a knicker-melting grin, his dimples on full display.

Oh, hell.

How can I fight that?

“I can think of a number of ways to help you relax.”

My face heats because I know exactly where his thoughts have gone and I’m not sure I can keep my own PG rated if he keeps staring at me like this.

I swallow.

“I think I’ll manage,” I choke out.

With him here the chance of relaxing is slim to none, but I know what will help me to let my hair down, and it involves Gin.

Lots of Gin.

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