Page 16 of Mountain Grump

“I thought we weren’t telling people. It was just between us,” she hisses at her.

“Relax, she’s cool, and she’s not about to tell my dad. He hates her.”

Izzie snickers and shoves her hands into her pockets. “Are you heading to the pool?” She nods toward the towel in my hand.

It’s dry, along with the rest of me. Well, most of me. Staring at Logan didn’t exactly keep me a saint.

I could use a dip in the water and cool off if there weren’t a bunch of little kids in there. “I was going to but got distracted,” I say as they lead me toward the pool and back through the hallway where I’d just been staring at Logan lifting weights.

He steps out of the fitness room, a towel slung over his neck, shirtless.

Is the man trying to give me a heart attack?

I trip over my feet, not paying attention to anything but the man with rock-hard abs. Is that the only thing that’s rock hard?

With my feet coming out from under me, I jolt forward toward the floor. But Logan catches me, his arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest, not letting me hit the ground.

“Thanks,” I say.

And if I wasn’t embarrassed enough before, now I’m humiliated.

“I should go.” I try to untangle myself from his arms, but he doesn’t let go of me.

He glances down at my feet. The boots that I just bought are still secure. “Are the boots too big?” he asks, and his hands slide from my waist down to my feet, checking to see if there’s too much room for my toes in the shoes.

“They fit fine,” I say.

A few nearby guests gasp at the sight, and I inhale a sharp breath.

They pull out their cameras like they’re trying to do us a favor by recording this event. But it’s not what they think. He may be down on one knee, but he’s not proposing.

He presses down with two fingers on the top of my soles, discovering that the boots indeed fit as they should.

Logan glances up, noticing the guests crowding around the hallway and watching us. “Nothing to see here.” He gestures them all away, but it isn’t until he stands that they decide to take his word for it and go about their merry way.

Jules and her friend Izzie exchange smiles and giggles before hurrying down the hallway, leaving the two of us behind.

“Well, that was awkward,” I say, clutching the pristine white towel to my chest.

“People are so damn nosy,” Logan mutters, and runs a hand through his short dark hair. “Are you okay?”

“I didn’t fall,” I point out, appreciating that he caught me. “I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe you should have a doctor examine you.”

“Why? I’m fine.”

“You’ve tripped twice, one time injuring yourself. The second could have been worse if I wasn’t here.”

Yeah, if he weren’t here, I wouldn’t have tripped. My attention was on the fact that he was shirtless and looking sexy as hell.

“We have a physician on-site. I can take you there, have him look you over to make sure you didn’t hit your head.”

“I’m fine, I promise. It’s just my ankle, and it feels better. Maybe I twisted it back into place.”

“That’s not a thing,” he says, his gaze never wavering.

“Well, it should be.” I glance away, his stare too heated and intense for me. It’s like he’s staring right through my soul.

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