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“My mother’s apple tarts were on the line, Angel,” Logan said with a forlorn sigh as though he really didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“That sounds dire,” Jill murmured, watching as he toed off his shoes.

Nodding solemnly, Logan said, “It was,” as he reached over and turned the light off, leaving Christmas lights to fill the large walk-in closet with soft light before he knelt down on the floor in front of her. “Kale bet me that I wouldn’t survive a jump from that height,” he said as he reached over and grabbed hold of her ankles.

“And you just had to prove him wrong,” Jill murmured absently, noting the easy-going smile on his face and couldn’thelp but notice that this was the first time that he didn’t have that cold glimmer in his eye when he mentioned Kale.

“I did, Angel,” Logan said, nodding solemnly as he used his hold to pull her closer. “I really didn’t have a choice after he bet me the extra apple tart that my mother packed for us that it couldn’t be done.”

“What happened after you jumped?” Jill asked, watching as he took his time pulling her socks off.

“After he dragged me out of the lake and forced the water out of my lungs, he glared down at me while he devoured the apple tart,” Logan said, chuckling as he tossed her socks aside and wrapped his hands around her knees and pulled her even closer so that he was kneeling between her legs.

“I have a question,” Jill said, watching as he ran his hands down her thighs, making it really difficult to focus.

“What’s that, Angel?” Logan asked, watching as his hands slid over her hips before making their way to the button on her jeans.

“Why exactly did you feel the need to trap us inside here?” Jill asked as she watched him unsnap her jeans and reach for the zipper.

“I wanted to make this easier for you to finish testing our connection,” Logan said as he slowly pulled her zipper down, revealing the soft, white cotton panties that were a hundred times more comfortable than the bikini bottoms that she’d been forced to wear when she had her chain.

“I mean, for all you know, I could have lost interest during the time that it took to get here,” Jill pointed out even as she raised her hips to make it easier for him to pull her pants down.

“You could have,” Logan murmured as she watched him noticeably swallow when his gaze landed on her panties. If the look on his face didn’t tell her just how much he liked what he saw, the warmth spreading between her legs did.

“I get bored easily,” Jill managed to get out when he pulled her legs up so that he could pull her jeans off the rest of the way and tossed them aside, leaving her in her tee-shirt and panties.

“I have noticed that,” Logan said, releasing a shaky breath as he forced his gaze away and-

Made her lips twitch when he gestured for her to move over. Not really sure what he was doing, Jill pulled her legs back and shifted to the side only to watch Logan move past her and drop back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh. “Comfortable?” she asked, shifting so that she was facing him.

“Very,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

“What happens now?” Jill asked, surprised by just how easy it was to take his hand.

It had to be this connection, Jill told herself as she allowed him to pull her closer so that she was swinging one of her legs over his and sitting back on his thighs, but she knew that wasn’t true.

She’d always felt safe with him.

“That’s up to you.”

CHAPTER 46

“Isee,” Jill murmured, watching him curiously before she slowly ran her gaze over him. “And if I decide to get a little revenge for the time that I spent in a Sentinel cell and chained up in a penthouse?” she asked as she met his gaze.

“Then, I would say that I have it coming,” Logan said, watching her as she thought that over.

“You really do,” Jill nodded in agreement as she reached over and ripped a soft hiss from him when she gently ran her fingernails over his chest and down his stomach. When she followed that up by shifting on his thighs to get more comfortable, he watched her curious gaze turn confused.

“What’s wrong, Angel?” Logan asked, placing his hands on her bare thighs simply because he couldn’t be this close to her and not touch her.

“I can feel some things like this,” Jill said, reaching back over to run her fingertips down his stomach before shifting pointedly on his thighs, “but not this.”

“Because that doesn’t get a reaction from me,” Logan said, watching as she thought that over.

“Makes sense,” Jill murmured, looking lost in thought as she reached down and-

Made him narrow his eyes on the evil woman when she pinched his arm.

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