it. She opened her mouth to tell him so, but his words cut her off.
“I even put a pillow between us, being a perfect gentleman,” he complained, his grumpy look too sexy for her peace of mind. “You trapped it with your knees, rolled over, and shoved it to the floor in a gymnastic move I’ll be seeing in my dreams for a decade. Then, you again snuggled into me.”
She pushed her hair out of her face. There was nothing to say.
He didn’t let her silence stop him. “You gettin’ back in this bed so we can both relieve some tension?” His eyes flared, and his gaze skimmed the tops of her thighs.
She took a step back, when what she really wanted was to relieve tension. Tension was bad for a body. Definitely bad for a woman who needed to be vigilant. In fact, tension could cause heart disease, couldn’t it? Her internal debate didn’t last. “I need to go pick up my car.” She had to get away from Trent, who hadn’t bothered with a last name. Most women in his bed probably weren’t told his last name. The fewer people who saw her, the better. “Listen, er, Mr. . . .”
“Logan. Trent Logan.” He threw back the covers, and thank goodness he was wearing boxer briefs. But they were much more formfitting than the ones he’d given her, and they didn’t hide anything. Not at all. He really was all male.
“Trent Logan?” she murmured, rolling the name around on her tongue.
He paused and looked at her over the bed. The one they’d apparently shared all night. “What?”
“It’s the perfect cowboy name. One strong syllable followed by two. Cowboy charm.” She grinned and shook her head. “Seriously.”
He cocked his head, those intense eyes appraising her. “Word to the wise, Hallie?”
Her breath sped up, and her lungs did some sort of jumpy thing in her chest. “What?”
“You can be grumpy, you can be spunky—you can even be sweet. But the one thing you do not want to be right now, in the bedroom with that bed so close, is cute. Got it?”
She looked for the joke. Looking for the humor in his eyes. Nope. No joke. “Got it,” she said, even though she didn’t. Not even close. But she also wasn’t dumb.
“Good.” He reached down and yanked up a pair of faded jeans with holes in them. “Coffee. I need coffee.” He led the way to the door and freedom, walking out and not looking back. The atmosphere relaxed with him gone, and she jumped into action.
“Did you say coffee?” she called.
CHAPTER TWO
The only thing that hurt worse than his pounding temples was his groin. The woman in his bed was soft and lush, and walking away created a pisser of a morning. But she’d refused, and that was that. Trent loped, barefooted, into the now vacant clubhouse party room, kicking a couple of red coolie cups out of his way.
The place was a mess. The sofa had been pushed against the far wall, several chairs were overturned, and tequila, beer, and who knows what else covered the floor. At least it was quiet. Harley sat at the sliding glass door at the other end, looking in, his eyes seeking.
Trent cocked his head. The animal had dogged them from afar for almost three months, never coming close until last night. Until the woman needed help.
Trent set the coffee to start and began tossing empty tequila bottles into the large trash can at the end of the bar.
“Are you all reliving your frat days?” Hallie asked dryly, tugging a stool closer to the bar.
He grinned. The woman really was cute. Her hair was now full-on curly around her face, and her blue eyes were still a little sleepy, but she no longer shivered or looked chilly. Instead, she looked tempting in his shirt and older boxers. “It’s the end of calving season, darlin’. A party was needed.”
“Of course. End of calving season. Everyone needs a party then.” Her gaze cut to the dripping coffee as if she could hurry it up.
He chuckled, turning to see that Harley had disappeared from view. “We plan the calving season, hoping against hope we can squeeze it in between the really bad winter weather and the really bad spring weather. Pretty much everyone nailed it this year, and that’s that.” The coffee finished and he leaned down for two mugs, double-checking they were clean. Close enough. He poured and then nudged one toward her. “I