Page 3 of Billionaire Bachelor
I drop the car keys into his hand as I kick off my Uggs. Call me a basic bitch all you want. If you want me to stop wearing my comfy-cozy sweater boots, you’re going to have to pry them off my cold, dead feet.
“You really don’t need to do that. I can get it.”
“Rosie,” he growls, stepping into a pair of shoes sitting by the door. “Park your ass in front of the fire. I’ll be right back.”
The authority in his voice sends a shiver down my spine, though I’ll totally blame it on the cold if anyone calls me out. I shuffle toward the fire, grateful for the blast of heat as I rub my hands together. My gaze flickers around the room, scanning for signs of a feminine presence. Logan’s coat was the only one on the hook, and there aren’t any shoes by the door that aren’t sized for ogres. But this cabin is tiny—most of the living space is visible from the front door—so if Logan does have afriendwith him, she’s probably in the bedroom or bathroom. It’s Valentine’s Day, for shit’s sake.Of course, he brought a woman here.
Logan’s relationships are fairly short-lived, but he never lacks female companionship for very long. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a literal line of women waiting for their turn to pounce. Not that I’m keeping track or anything.
Oh, god, what if they were in bed, and I interrupted them?
I do my best to stuff my mortification aside as I stand by the fire, rubbing my hands together some more. I take deep breaths, inhaling the comforting scent. You don’t encounter wood-burning fireplaces too often anymore, which is a damn shame if you ask me. In no time at all, Logan is back, shaking the light dusting of snow off his head, and hanging my coat on a hook.
“I think I got everything.” He sets my weekender bag on the entryway bench.
“I’m sorry for interrupting…whatever,” I blurt out.
“Why are you apologizing?” He frowns. “You have every right to be here.”
I shake my head. “But you were here first, and I don’t want to intrude. I’ll call around and see if any of the lodges have a room available.” I cringe when I remember I don’t have any reception. “Shit. My phone doesn’t have any bars. Is yours working? If not, I can drive a bit until I get service, and then I’ll call. I’ll be out of your hair in no time, so you can get back to…whatever.”
Logan leans against a post, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “That’s the second time you’ve said that.”
“Said what?”
“Whatever,” he answers, tilting his head to the side. “What exactly do you think is going on here, Rosie?”
I can feel my face flushing, making this even more awkward. “It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re hundreds of miles from home, in a cozy cabin overlooking picturesque scenery. Some might say it’s the perfect setting for a romantic holiday weekend.”
His brows lift. “And?”
“AndI assumed you hadcompany.”
Logan’s full lips curve into a smirk when I practically whisper that last word. “Why would you assume that?”
Oh, god, he’s really going to make me say it, isn’t he?
I gesture toward him. “Uh…because you’re you.”
“What does that mean?” His brows lift, his tone infuriatingly calm, like he’s daring me to explain.
I roll my eyes. “Logan, let’s cut the bullshit. You knowexactlywhy I assumed you’d have someone here with you.”
“Fair enough,” he concedes, his smirk widening. “But for your information, I’ve been here all week by myself.” His gaze holds mine, unflinching, and I swear the green in his eyes just got brighter. “But I’m not alone anymore, am I? So, why don’t you tell me whatyou’redoing here, Pip? I get the feeling Ryan wasn’t expecting you to show up.”
Oh, how true that is. My older brother has made it crystal clearover the years that his best friend is off-limits. There’s no way he would’ve knowingly put me and Logan in the same place at the same time. Which is complete bullshit, if you ask me. Logan’s shown no sign he’d want to date me, so I don’t know why Ryan’s panties are always in such a twist.
I give Logan a sad smile. “No, he wasn’t.”
The silence that follows is heavy, crackling with tension. Logan’s hazel eyes travel over me slowly, pausing on my breasts, lingering just long enough to make my pulse skip. Heat floods my cheeks some more as I fight the urge to cross my arms over my chest.
When our gazes finally meet again, something unspoken passes between us—an undeniable charge, like the calm before a storm. And then Logan speaks, his voice low and full of intent, making my toes curl.
“Well, what your brother doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”
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