Page 160 of Sin Bin

The guys exchanged dubious glances.

“Give him ten minutes,” Nadia suggested. “If he doesn’t show up, call one of us and we’ll come get you.”

“Okay,” Meadow said forlornly.

After the others left, she wandered over to the windows and stared listlessly at the glittering Eiffel Tower across the street. She thought about calling Logan just to make sure he was okay. But she already knew he wasn’t okay, and she didn’t want him to feel obligated to attend the party just because she was waiting for him. Truthfully she didn’t want to go without him. She’d much rather spend the evening in his company, even if he was quiet and brooding. But if he genuinely wanted to be alone, she had to respect his boundaries.

After fifteen minutes, she sighed resignedly and grabbed the red silk clutch that matched her dress. Just as she reached the door, someone knocked firmly.

Her heart swelled with relief when she opened the door and saw Logan standing there, devastatingly handsome in a custom black tux.

He was glancing down at his watch while adjusting his black tie. “Sorry. I was running late and—” The rest of his words broke off as he lifted his head, his eyes widening at the sight of her. “Whoa.”

She smiled shyly. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” he breathed, his dark gaze roaming down her body and up again. “Holy hell, Meadow. You look absolutely amazing.”

Her stomach flip-flopped. “Thank you. So do you.”

He shook his head dazedly, giving her another slow perusal. “That dress…wow.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Her smile was tinged with humor. “It cost you a small fortune.”

He gave a low laugh, his gaze lingering on the deep swell of her cleavage. “It was money well spent, believe me.”

She shivered as his eyes slowly lifted to her face and softened with surprise. “You’re not wearing your glasses.”

“I know.” She grimaced. “It’s a long story.”

He drank in her features. “I love your sexy glasses. But…not gonna lie. It’s damn good to see those beautiful eyes of yours.”

She gave him an amused look. “You couldn’t see my eyes before?”

“Not like this.” He stared into them, his gaze tunneling deep. “I’m definitely appreciating the unrestricted view.”

Another shiver of pleasure danced up her spine.

He reached out and lightly touched her wavy hair. “I love this. It’s gorgeous.”

“That’s Bianca’s handiwork.” Meadow grinned wryly. “Don’t expect me to start wearing it like this all the time. It took forever to achieve this look. Who has time for that?”

Logan smiled. “I hear you.”

She searched his face, her voice softening. “I didn’t think you were coming.”

He nodded, his lashes flickering over his eyes. “I was tempted to bail,” he admitted. “But that wouldn’t have been fair to you. I’m the one who asked you to come this week—”

“I would have understood if you skipped the party,” she told him.

“I know you would have. And that’s another reason I couldn’t do that to you.”

“I don’t care about missing the party. All I care about is you.”

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, his eyes closing as he tenderly kissed her knuckles. “I hope to be good enough to deserve you someday.”

Throat thickening at his words, she cupped his cheek and whispered, “Who says you aren’t good enough now?”

He opened his eyes slowly and stared at her.