Page 6 of Mine to Love

CHAPTER THREE

Look what the cat dragged in. If Emerson, a jar of Jif, and a bottle of Prosecco can’t cheer me up, the tall drink of water who fills out his expensive dress slacks sure can.

I can’t help but stare at the way the tailored pants fit Logan so perfectly. They’re not the same suit pants I see on men at the bank. No, these almost shiny, silky, silvery pants were made for Logan Pierce’s strong thighs and most perfect ass. Not that I got a good look at it in the two minutes he stood in Emerson and Holden’s living room.

I did, however, soak up enough eye candy on New Year’s Eve to permanently tattoo his physique into my memory. It could have been the five rum and Diet Cokes or maybe the four glasses of champagne that night. Most likely it was a case of raw lust.

When Logan had come out of the downstairs guest bathroom sometime after the ball had dropped, and we were alone in the dark hallway, the romance of the night, the alcohol, the sexual innuendos I’d been throwing at him all night during poker, came crashing together in a perfect storm of lust.

I hadn’t been shy about throwing my body at Logan and shoving my tongue down his throat. At first, I wanted to rattle him. Shake up the tightly woven always-so-serious Pierce brother. What I hadn’t expected was for him to reciprocate the kiss with as much passion as I had thrown into it.

Maybe even more.

Had Camilla not hollered out a goodnight to those who were still up, we may have taken the kiss further. Like strip down to the naked flesh and have our way with each other further. Unfortunately, Logan’s little sister’s voice had wedged its way between us practically fire balling Logan’s body against the opposite wall.

I had touched my tongue to my upper teeth and given him a sultry grin before sashaying down the hallway, past Camilla, and returning to the sofa in the living room next to Emerson. I’d felt guilty for not telling her about our few seconds of passion, but Emerson wouldn’t understand. She’s the sweet to my salty. The angel to my devil. The settle-down-get-married-and-push-out-babies to my repulsion regarding anything commitment.

For three months, that kiss has burned hot on my lips. And here he is back in the flesh. Maybe strait-laced Logan Pierce is exactly what I need to lighten my spirits. Even if I can’t get into his sexy gray slacks, I can have fun ruffling the buttons on his designer shirt.

Not wanting to make my lust for Emerson’s soon-to-be brother-in-law too obvious, I finish my wine and force a smile. The forcing isn’t as difficult now that sexy stuffed shirt is here to play with.

“I’m sure I’m being over dramatic. I doubt I’ll get fired.”

“You have an impeccable record at the bank.”

“I know. Warren warned me I’ll probably be demoted though. Dad’s therapy and doctor bills aren’t cheap. If he has another stroke or...”

“Hey. I’m here for you like you’ve always been for me.”

I rest my forehead on Emerson’s shoulder. “I love you, Em.”

“I love you, too. Now how about some pizza?”

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