Page 2 of Mountain Man's Mail Order Runaway
I opened my mouth. Closed it again. Then opened it. He was joking. He had to be joking.
But if this was the right cabin, and he was Logan, then there was only one answer. He had no clue who I was.
I took a deep breath and prepared to blurt out that I was his mail order bride. But before I could say a word, he spoke.
“Are you a mail-order bride? Bobbi sent you, didn’t she?”
Bobbi. I didn’t know the name. I’d assumed that maybe a guy named Bobby was behind all this, but Logan referred to Bobbi as “she.”
“I don’t know any Bobbi,” I said. “You sent me an email saying you’d take care of everything. You bought my plane ticket. You said you’d have tacos and chips and salsa.” I swallowed. “I came a long way. And I just need to rest.”
Dots were swimming in front of my eyes again. I stepped back so I could grip the doorjamb to steady myself.
“Look, I don’t know what to say,” he said. “I don’t know who you are, but I assume Bobbi sent you. She’s been doing that. She signed a bunch of us up for this mail order bride site.”
He stopped, pausing for a moment as he looked out across the vast expanse of land behind me. The land that connected to the long driveway I’d traveled, only to find out tacos and chips and salsa didn’t wait at the end of it. I didn’t know who this Bobbi person was, but she definitely shouldn’t have promised that if this guy couldn’t deliver.
“Let me get dressed, and I’ll drive you down to the inn,” he said. “Bobbi will take care of you from there.”
He wasn’t going to marry me. He wasn’t going to take care of me. He wasn’t even going to feed me chips and salsa.
Even if this Bobbi person could help, it suddenly seemed very important that Logan be the man I marry. I felt safe with him. Despite his confusion and clear irritation, there was kindness in his eyes. He’d protect me.
Spots again. Those dang spots. I bit my tongue, hoping that would make them go away, but this time was different. Things started to feel really, really far away, like those moments right before falling asleep at night.
The problem was, I wasn’t in a bed with my head on a pillow. I was standing. I couldn’t fall asleep now.
The last thing I remembered before my legs gave out from under me was Logan stiffening and taking a step toward me. And then everything went dark.
2
LOGAN
My day had just taken an interesting turn.
I’d planned to get dressed and head down to the diner where most of the guys on my logging crew would be hanging out and throwing back beers. Instead, I was trying to revive some woman who was passed out on my couch.
Was she drunk? On drugs? Either of those would make sense, but she’d seemed sober before she fell to the ground.
I laid her on the couch, covering her with a blanket—mostly because it felt wrong ogling those gorgeous curves under that extremely modest ankle-length skirt and long-sleeved blouse. It had topped eighty degrees up here in the mountains, so my guess was that hiking down my driveway in all those clothes had given her a case of heatstroke.
I grabbed a chilled, wet washrag and wiped it over her forehead and lips, squeezing a little of the water into her mouth.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked at me through sleepy eyes. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen.
Fuck, this woman was beautiful. I had no idea what she was doing here, but I assumed it had to do with Bobbi trying to matchmake again. The local innkeeper seemed to be on atear recently. But I’d made it clear to everyone I knew that I wasn’t getting married. Not now, not ever. Not even if the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen landed on my doorstep.
Which was exactly what had happened.
“Logan?” she asked, looking around.
My name rolled across her lips like a song. It went straight to my groin. Or maybe it was my heart. Hell if I knew the difference anymore.
“You fainted,” I said.
She nodded and closed her eyes again. “I knew that was going to happen.”
She knew she was going to faint? Did she have a condition? Oh, God. Was she dying? I didn’t know why my mind went to that. And even more importantly, I didn’t know why I had such a visceral reaction to the thought.
