Page 44 of Three Hearts Hideaway

Logan walked over, wrapped his arms around her, and scooped her off the ladder. “You are a distraction. Just in other ways.” His palm snaked down her midriff to cup the crotch of the work pants she’d borrowed from him.

Ava angled her head back and kissed him. Deeply. Almost like they forgot Roman was in the room with them. He cleared his throat.

“You want to join?” Ava asked, a playful challenge in her voice.

He raised his eyebrow. “You know I would.”

“Pass.” Logan broke away from Ava and grabbed the second painting. “I don’t want your giant mitts on me.”

Roman let out a chuckle and shook his head. One of these days, Logan would lighten up. Either that or he’d be so turned on, he wouldn’t say no to all three of them together at the same time. Roman and Ava sometimes talked about it late at nightin his bed. It didn’t bother him one way or the other, and she wondered what it would be like.

He strode over to Ava and lifted her into his arms. The feel of her legs wrapped around his waist was quickly becoming one of his favourite sensations. His mouth was on hers, his tongue sliding between her lips to find her own. A moan escaped her and sent a spike of desire straight through him. Her hips shifted against his torso, her hands found his hair, her nails scratched at his neck. God, this woman. Everything she did drove him wild.

“Let’s go to my room, love. Let me tie you down and fuck you like you need.”

“Let’s get these hung so we can be finished instead,” Logan said from behind them.

Ava snickered and unwrapped her legs. When he gently set her down, she gave him a coy wink. “Another time, big boy.”

“Better be soon,” he teased, unabashedly palming his erection in front of her.

Ava’s phone rang, and she hurried to grab it. When she saw the caller ID, the worry in her expression quickly sobered his mood.

“Who is it?”

“My work. It’s my boss. I need to take this.” She answered with a concernedhelloas she left the room.

Logan crossed to him. “That was strange, don’t you think?”

“She’s been away from work for a while. Maybe her boss is calling to check on her? Sheissupposed to return in two days.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “You actually think that’s the reason?”

“Why not? That’s what I’d be doing if Jamie or Megan were out of the pub for that long.”

“Yeah, but we don’t know what her boss is like. You’re a good guy. Maybe he’s not,” Logan pointed out.

“Was that a compliment, Logey?”

Logan sighed heavily, but there was amusement in his eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Are we going to talk to her about when she’s coming back?” Roman’s chest tightened at the idea of her leaving in two days. They’d been ignoring it until this point, but a call from her boss brought reality to the forefront of his mind. She had a life in Ottawa.

He sighed. “We’re running out of time. Let’s do it tonight.”

Roman nodded. “Alright. Finish hanging those pictures. I want to get a bonfire started for Ava before it gets too late. Then we can all figure this out.”

Without complaint, Logan hung the two paintings, and made sure they were level. If it involved doing something for Ava, Logan was on it right away. Roman tidied the supplies and put the ladder away in the hallway storage closet.

“Roman? Logan?” Ava called from downstairs. Her voice sounded pinched and an octave too high.

Logan and he exchanged a worried glance, then raced downstairs to see Ava standing in the middle of the living room, phone hanging at her side in her hand.

“I think I’m in trouble.”

Chapter Fifteen

LOGAN

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