Page 86 of Risky Game

I was still smiling when he wiped away the humor softening his features and turned serious. He sipped his drink, set it gently down, and splayed his palms on the counter. This was the Logan I knew so well. The Logan who made my knees wobble and my stomach flip.

“I will tackle you for that dessert, Ruby.”

“Such violence.” I tutted three times and shook my head at him. “I believe that would not get you the rest of your presents.” I filled the last word with all the innuendo I could muster.

“Show me. Please?”

Oh, he was getting desperate. I relished this part of him. “The rest of your presents? Those will come, but only if you’re a good boy.”

His eyes turned to that hard iron and his nostrils flared. He either liked that or hated his own words being turned around on him. Let him think on what else was coming for a little while.

I lifted the lid and inhaled. “It smells so good, and oh…”

“Ruby…” My name was a growl that sparked excitement in my veins. I felt that rumble in my nipples.

“Fine.” I gave in. I popped off the lid and set it on the counter so he could see it.

“Dang… That is no ordinary brownie.” Logan and Amelia had a soft spot for sweets. They devoured more ice cream in a week than I could in a year. I knew he’d like this.

There was a thick, creamy chocolate sauce covering the brownie along with two scoops of ice cream. A mountainous mound of whipped cream sat on top along with two cherries.

“It’s a molten lava extreme brownie cake with a chocolate filling, too.”

My mouth watered for it. For the man staring at the cake and then up at me. He took two steps to me and divested the plate from my hands before setting it on the island.

Logan was inches away from me, focused on me, and I still had my hands in the air like he hadn’t swiped it from me. I pouted, looking at the cake. It really did look delicious. How serious was he about that tackling stuff?

“Thank you, Ruby. It’s been a while since anyone’s been so thoughtful to me.”

His voice had turned so soft, so genuine. If fun Logan was rare, soft Logan was an anomaly.

“You’re welcome.”

“And since I’m a nice guy, I’ll share it with you.”

“Even better.”

We dove into the cake with two forks, not bothering to plate it.

I sipped my wine. The chocolate cake was great and all, but I had other surprises waiting for him I couldn’t forget about.

But Amelia hadn’t been down long enough and there was no way, depending on Logan’s reaction, we could risk being interrupted.

“Were you happy with how the team played today?”

His eyes popped wide. Surprised. When was the last time anyone asked him that? Took care of him?

A while, based on how he’d said his marriage slowly eroded.

“Yeah,” he finally said and slid the side of his fork through more chocolatey goodness. “I was happy today. Thanks for asking.”

“I ask because I care.”

About him. His happiness. His daughter.

I was starting to care about Logan far more than having sex with him. It was dangerous, and I couldn’t find it in me to stop.

He watched me for several moments, gaze searing into me while he brought the fork to his mouth. “I do, too. You know.”

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