Page 70 of Anything but Mine

“I am…no, no I’m not.” She laughed when he reached for her and she backed away, tucking her towel around her breasts more securely. “I’m just a little broken.”

He backed her into the counter. “Just showing you how good we are together.”

Any better and they’d need their own X-rated show. “Dear God,” she muttered when he nuzzled her neck.

He laughed into her shoulder and turned her around to the mirror. “See that face.” He tucked his chin onto her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her middle. “That’s why I keep coming back for more. Those topaz eyes and that smile. There, that one. The one you only give to me.”

She didn’t want to think too hard about what he saw in her face. Not when she didn’t even know how she felt yet. “You’re quite the romantic, Mr. King.”

“Not usually.” He reached around her and opened the medicine cabinet. He took out a toothbrush and one still in its packaging. She spotted two prescription bottles. As he was getting the toothpaste off the shelf, she was able to read the labels. One she didn’t recognize, but the other she certainly did. Valium.

He wasn’t paying attention to her as he loaded up his brush and popped it in his mouth. She ripped hers out of its packaging and did the same, trying not to react to the information. It was none of her business if he took them, or why he would. The bottle looked full, but that didn’t mean anything.

When he smiled at her with the brush sticking out of her mouth, she smiled back and followed his lead. They got dressed. Logan wore a mustard brown pair of shorts with a cheap burgundy souvenir shirt from Austin. She laughed at him when he put a baseball cap on with aviator shades.

“Disguise?”

“You’d be surprised how many people pass me by when I wear stuff like this.”

“Because you look like a colorblind college kid.”

“What? I like these pants.”

Her lips twitched, but she managed not to laugh in his face. She wore her clothes from the night before, using the tank top as a bra and filching another one of his super soft Henleys.

Downstairs, Lindsey was the only person awake so far. Well, sort of awake. She was curled into the corner of the sectional with her iPad and a blanket. She gave them a sleepy wave and went back to whatever she was reading. Logan unlocked a cabinet near the fridge and took out his wallet.

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him do something so security-conscious. He had a smart house. She’d seen the panels all over the house and the remote by his bed the night before. Was it just because of his lifestyle? That he was rich? It seemed more than that. He was always very aware of his surroundings.

In fact, when she’d snuck backstage the night before, she’d definitely startled him. He’d covered it well with one of his melt-Izzy-brainless kisses, but she’d seen the flash of something in his eyes.

“Ready to go?”

She nodded.

His eyebrows lowered. “Everything okay?”

“Fine. Just not looking forward to going back to the real world.”

He hooked his arm around her neck and kissed her temple. “Me neither.” He took her hand and helped her navigate the gravel in her wedges.

“I’m going to need to bring a pair of flats in my car for when I come over.”

He caged her in at the passenger side door. “I think I’ve only seen you dressed down once.”

She rolled her eyes. “Believe me, don’t get used to seeing me in all these cute outfits. I’m usually dusty from working with books all day.”

“So, you mostly work at the store?”

She shook her head. “Nic and Adam run the store more often than not. I’m usually going to auctions or doing research. Rare books.”

He stroked down her hair absently. “Like first editions?”

“Sometimes. A lot of times, actually. But it’s usually the really freaky rare stuff. Last week I had to track down a guide to botany from the eighteen hundreds.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“Yep. I even got a request to find the sheet music to your short lived boyband.”

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