hers and drank in her scent. “Joy, huh?”
Skylar opened her eyes and stared back at him, a smile pulling brightly across her luscious mouth. “Do you like football?”
A slow grin meant to tease formed. “I like football.”
“Would you go to Jake’s game with me tonight?”
Logan rolled until they were lying on their sides, and noted how comfortable she was with him, as if they’d spent months or even years doing just that: lying in each other’s arms. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
She nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes!”
That knot in his chest tightened further, knitting deeper under his skin until it was almost hard to breathe. Two days ago, he was lost. Searching. Now life held promise again because of Skylar. For that, he’d go to a fucking chick flick if she asked him.
“I’m buying the tickets and popcorn,” he informed her.
“Then I’ll buy the hotdogs.”
“I’ll buy the hotdogs, too.” She wasn’t paying for a fucking thing when he was around.
Skylar pouted her lips, drawing his attention to her mouth, so he took advantage. She opened for him immediately, without any hesitation, and the second her tongue tangled with his, he was lost. Drowning in the taste of her.
Logan rolled until she was on top of him, giving her the power to continue or stop. The bar could open late for all he cared. Feeling alive when so much death had surrounded them both was more important. But fate had other plans because Skylar had forgotten to shut and lock the office door. They both froze when the front door slammed shut and Jamie called out, “Skylar!”
He’d never seen a woman move as fast as Skylar had when she realized she was half-dressed with her best friend heading toward the back. Before he could move, Skylar jumped up and slammed the office door shut and locked it before she began tearing through the sheets for her clothes, laughing as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Logan watched her as he dressed. The twinkle in her eyes as she kept glancing back at him burned a hole in his gut. He’d never been in love, unless you counted the deep bond between him and his brothers, so the emotion burning in his chest was foreign to him. If what he was feeling was anything close to that emotion, he knew he was fucked. Skylar could ask him for the moon right now, and he’d move heaven and earth to figure out a way to give it to her if she looked at him that way for the rest of his life.
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While leaning over to grab a Heineken from the cooler, I felt a warm hand run across the small of my back where my hoodie had ridden up. I turned my head and watched Logan pull a pint glass from the shelf beside me then turn and fill it from the tap. Just that minimal contact was enough to jump-start my heart. I knew exactly what those hands could do to my body, and I was jonesing for a fix. If what we shared a few hours before was the same for everyone else, it’s a wonder anyone accomplished anything.
I turned to pop the top off the bottle, and caught Jamie staring between Logan and me with a funny look on her face. I handed off the Heineken to Dusty Banks then moved to the end of the bar so we could talk. I’d avoided her questions once Logan and I had come out front, using opening duties as a reason to stall. I’d kept her busy filling the peanut buckets while I stocked the fridge, but my time and her patience had run out. She’d been hanging in the shadows watching Logan and me while she conversed with customers for the past hour, but I could read her better than my brothers. She wanted answers and wanted them now. And considering he’d touched me at any opportunity, including a soft kiss to my neck when Jude Bronson smiled and winked at me when he entered the bar, the jig had to be up.
“You should be asleep. Is something up?”
She glanced behind me. “I’d say something’s been up. You slept with him, didn’t you?”
That stopped me in my tracks. Jamie didn’t beat around the bush, never had. If I wanted to keep the whole bar from hearing about my sexual escapades, I needed to move this conversation away from prying ears. Ignoring her question, I grabbed her arm