Page 285 of Sin Bin

When Logan saw Meadow, he excused himself from the crowd, walked up to her and kissed her hello while smiling into her eyes. “Ready to blow this joint?”

She grinned. “Ready.”

“Let’s roll.” He took her hand and winked at Cassidy and Priya, who giggled like lovesick tweens.

As everyone waved goodbye and wished Logan and Meadow a good weekend, she felt like a bride leaving the church with her groom. All that was missing was the rice throwing.

As soon as they got in the car, Logan leaned over and took her mouth, kissing her until she was dizzy and breathless. Then he winked at her, revved the engine and roared out of the parking lot.

As they left the Denver Tech Center, he put his hand on her bare thigh where her hem had risen up. “Did I mention how much I love you in this dress?”

She laughed. “Only about a hundred times this morning.”

He grinned, his thumb stroking her thigh. She bit her lip as every nerve ending went into hypersensitivity.

His tantalizing touch had her so distracted that she didn’t immediately notice that they were heading in the wrong direction. “Aren’t we going back to your place?”

“Not yet.”

She eyed him curiously. “Where are we going?”

His mouth curved into that half-smile she both loved and feared. Feared because it had the power to tempt her into doing things she probably shouldn’t.

“I want to show you something,” was all he said. Which just piqued her curiosity even more.

Soon they were driving into Cherry Hills Village, home of the super rich. The who’s who of celebrity residents included former Denver Broncos quarterbacks John Elway and Peyton Manning and many other professional athletes and business leaders.

Meadow stared out the window as the scenery melted into a rolling landscape of lush cottonwoods and hiking trails set against the stunning backdrop of the Rockies.

After passing several country estates and palatial mansions, Logan drove through a gated entrance and headed up a long curving drive. At the end was a sprawling three-story house set on at least ten acres.

When Meadow saw the house, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She turned to stare at Logan with a mixture of incredulity and suspicion. “Please don’t tell me you bought this house.”

“No. But I’m thinking about it.” His tone was casual, but his eyes never left her face. “I wanted to get your input.”

“Seriously, Logan?”

“What?” His expression was innocent. Too innocent.

She motioned toward the house. “What could you possibly need with a place this size?”

He shrugged. “It won’t always be just me. Someday, God willing, I’ll have a family.”

His words set her heart pounding and her stomach fluttering.

She dragged her gaze from his and stared up at the stone and stucco house. She didn’t know the sales price. But from the looks of it, it probably cost more than the combined GDP of twenty small countries.

Before she could ask any more questions, Logan cut off the engine and got out of the car. The drive formed a circle around a fountain surrounded by colorful flowers.

When Logan came around to open her door, she shot him another suspicious look. But he just grinned and took her hand, leading her up the long walkway to the front door.

The grounds surrounding the house were immaculately landscaped, verdant and lush with quaking aspen trees that would burst into gold come fall. Toward the back of the property, Meadow could see a small creek flowing into a lake. She felt like they were somewhere out in the country, though they couldn’t be more than thirty minutes from downtown.

“My Realtor told me about this place and encouraged me to go have a look. I did, and now I want you to see it.” Logan punched in a code to remove a key from the lockbox.

“Shouldn’t she be here to do the showing?” Meadow narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure you haven’t already bought this house?”

“Positive. It’s not even on the market yet. Kaye wanted me to have first dibs before she starts showing it to other clients.” He unlocked the door and motioned her inside.

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