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“What’re you doing?” she squeaked.

“You’re impeding my escape, Shorty.”

She held onto his neck, feeling his muscles flex and ripple under his suit jacket as he carried her purposefully down the corridor. He smelled so freaking good, and the heat coming off his body seeped into her veins and made her dizzy.

When they reached the elevator, he pressed the down button. The elevator arrived within seconds.

Instead of putting her down, Logan carried her into the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor.

As the doors glided shut, she stared at the sexy dark stubble on his jaw and wondered if it would feel rough or soft against her skin. He was so big and broad, his body radiating power and brute force. Yet he cradled her as gently as if she were made of delicate porcelain.

“Man, you’re tiny.” He bounced her in his arms and grinned down at her. “How much do you weigh?”

“I’m not telling you that!” she said indignantly.

“What’s the big deal? It’s just a number.”

“It’s rude to ask. How much do you weigh?”

“Two thirty.”

“Good Lord. You’re practically Bigfoot.”

A deep laugh rumbled out of him. It made her breasts feel full and achy.

She squirmed in his arms. “You can put me down now.”

He chuckled at her request, then slowly set her down.

Her feet barely touched the floor before she backed away from him. Her legs were wobbly and her body was tingling all over. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

He gave her a devil’s grin. “I’ve been called worse.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” She pushed her glasses up her nose and tugged her jacket back into place. “You should have stayed at the party and signed more autographs. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” When he winked at her, her senses went a little bonkers.

His lawless days of hotwiring cars and vandalizing property might be behind him. But something told her Logan Brassard was more reckless than ever.

Not just reckless.

Downright dangerous.

Chapter Four

MEADOW

They left the arena and started toward the parking lot. The temperature had dropped by at least fifteen degrees, causing Meadow to shiver in her leather jacket.

“I don’t think I could ever get used to this cold weather,” she asserted.

Logan chuckled. He was clearly unfazed by the cold, though only his suit jacket protected him from the elements. “You’d get used to it. I have.”

“You’re a hockey player. You have a higher tolerance to cold than the rest of us mere mortals.”

He laughed, taking out his key fob as he led her to a black GMC Sierra Denali.

Her heart sank when she saw that he drove a truck. Climbing into trucks was always a challenge for her, especially when she was wearing heels. She’d had more than a few embarrassing moments.

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