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Her smile deepened.

He shook his head at her. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you enjoy driving me crazy.”

“I don’t. Believe me.” She picked up her satin clutch off the floor. “I’d better go inside before my aunt looks out the window and thinks we’re making out in your car.”

“We were making out in my car.”

“She doesn’t need to know that. Neither does Cam.” When Meadow reached for the door handle, Logan stopped her.

She heaved an exasperated breath. “C’mon, Logan—”

“I’m not gonna hold you up. I just wanna open your door. Can you let me do that for you when we’re together?”

Her insides warmed with pleasure. She gave him a soft smile and nodded.

He helped her out of the car and walked her to the front door.

As they stood facing each other, she said shyly, “Well, um, thanks for an…eventful evening.”

His eyes glinted in the porch light. “I enjoyed being with you.”

She smiled. “I enjoyed your company, too.”

Before she could stop him, he cupped her face and slanted his mouth over hers. His kiss was searing but so tender that it almost frightened her.

She clutched the lapels of his suit jacket, her bones melting and her legs nearly buckling before he released her mouth.

She shivered as he pressed his lips to the top of her head and leaned his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes.

“You’re still coming to the game in Vegas, right?”

“Yes.” Her heart was fluttering like a trapped bird. “I’ll be there.”

She no longer had the strength or the willpower to stay away from him.

She was beginning to wonder if she ever did.

Chapter Sixteen

LOGAN

“Yo, brassard,” marek dubinski said to Logan the next day on the golf course. “What’d you do last night?”

“Hung out with some astronomers at a cocktail reception.”

“Ha! Good one.” Dubinski grinned and clapped Logan on the shoulder. “No, seriously, man. What’d you do?”

“That is what I did.”

Dubinski wrinkled his brow in confusion. “Why would you hang out with a bunch of science geeks when you coulda been banging hot bunnies?”

Logan gave him a dry look. “Maybe I’m trying to broaden my horizons.”

Dubinski looked even more confused. He glanced at Hunter, who merely shrugged. Then he looked back at Logan, narrowed his eyes and wagged his blond head in disappointment. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, Brassard. You’re no fun anymore.”

Logan gave him his best wounded look. “That really hurts my feelings.”

Dubinski snorted before teeing off and swinging his club at the ball. It bounded off the fairway into a stand of palm trees.

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