On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,50

to him, because she thought he was a manwhore. And to be fair, he was at the time. Before prison he’d had a very healthy sex life and two years without was not easy. He had simply been making up for lost time.

And he still wasn’t done. Making a move on Grace would mean making a move toward something permanent and he just wasn’t sure he was ready for that then.

Instead he found himself a classy, stylish American who was all that and easy.

When Maia made it clear she was threatened by other women in his life, he’d ended things with Sharon.

There was the regrettable slip up which he was pretty fucking sure led to Grace going on this bloody date. If only she knew she was the reason for his slip up. Opening the door to Maia and him, still sleep-rumpled in a fucking barely there silk top and tiny shorts. He’d always thought Grace was beautiful in a fresh-faced English rose kind of way, but that morning she hadn’t been expecting them to appear so early. So he got to see her long, fucking, toned legs and sweet nipples hard against her silk top.

It was only for a second because she’d dashed off into her bedroom to put on a robe.

But the image was burned in his brain and she was oblivious to what she’d done to him.

Grace was not just sweet and kind and beautiful.

She was seriously sexy in this innocent way that worked for him.

Worked. For. Him.

All morning he’d been at the club, distracted by her, fantasizing about her, getting bloody hard at work like a school boy. And then Sharon called him. He’d gone to her.

It wasn’t something he was proud of.

And it pissed off Maia, and as much as she’d tried to hide it and he’d tried to explain and then gloss over, it hurt Grace.

Now she was on a date.

Logan didn’t know whether to wring her neck for being so clueless or thank her for putting much-needed distance between them.

The latter went completely out of his head when he heard the clattering sound of high heels on the stairwell. Instead he found himself in the hall with his eye to his peephole like a well… like an arsehole Peeping Tom.

As soon as he caught sight of her honey hair as she came up the stairs, he threw his door open and glared at her as she stepped onto the landing. She’d taken extra care with her hair and make-up. Her make-up was so glamorous she didn’t even look like herself.

He glared harder.

She looked resigned. “All right, then,” she said as she walked calmly on sexy high heels. He couldn’t see what she was wearing under her coat but if her hair and those shoes were anything to go by...

“You’re early,” he blurted out as she opened her door. He didn’t think she’d sleep with the guy but that didn’t mean he didn’t need to know.

“I am.”

Frustration burned in him at her one word answer and before he could stop himself he was across the landing and right at her back, her light perfume tickling his senses. “Why?”

Grace jerked in surprise to find him so near, glancing over her shoulder. She had beautiful shining dark brown eyes that a man could easily get lost in. Right now they were narrowed in anger and fuck if that didn’t turn him on.

Jesus Christ.

“Just because. Dad.”

In no mood for her sarcasm, he pushed into the flat behind her, ignoring her huff of annoyance. Why was she evading? What happened on this date? He’d had to rescue her before so he already knew she had a track record of going out with pricks. “Did he do something to you?”

“Where is Maia?”

“She’s sleeping. I’ve locked her in.”

“Oh good,” she strode toward the kitchen. “If there’s a fire, at least her chances of escape are narrower.”

Not only was she evading she was insinuating he was an incompetent parent. Christ, she was asking for a fight. “She can unlock it from the inside.”

Grace went immediately to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine.

Shit. Not a good sign.

“Logan, I am not in the mood for whatever this is.”

Impatience non-existent, not wanting her focus on anything but him, he pulled the bottle out of her hands, quickly poured the drink she wanted and slid it haphazardly across the counter to her. “Speak.”

She didn’t. She took a sip, avoiding his eyes, and wandered away from him. “Grace,” his tone warning her not