his chores," Logan said, and they shared a smile. "I admire your charity work," he added, changing the subject so fast, and to something so… personal, that Melody didn't know what to say. Screwing up, she could deal with, but compliments threw her.
"I'm guessing that pissing Daddy off in the process was a bonus." He winked.
"Extra bang for your buck, so to speak?"
"Pissing Daddy off…" She shook her head. " That , I'm good at."
"You're good at a lot of things; you just haven't found them all yet."
Melody did a double take to see if he was being serious. "How tactful of you."
She thought about the amorous incident in her kitchen and wondered how good he would have found her, if they hadn't been interrupted—thank the stars they were.
Logan must have caught her blush, because he raised a questioning brow, but she wasn't going anywhere near that subject, not with him, not yet. Not ever. "Pissing Daddy off is easy," she said.
"But you work so hard at it."
"Nah, I'm a natural. And he's an easy mark, stuffed suit with a briefcase, no sense of humor, obsessive, solemn, sedate, bor—" She stopped, but the words hung thick in the air between them. After a minute, she shrugged. "Oops."
"I am not like your father."
Glory, Logan had gorgeous eyes, Mel thought, especially when they flashed fire, like now. "Did I say you were? It's not my fault if you see a similarity… or three."
"Gee, thanks." Despite his sarcasm, he smiled. "So you're saying that any man who carries a briefcase and wears a suit is not the 'one' for you."
"I'm saying there isn't 'one' for me. I don't want 'one,' thank you very much. I've got all I can do to take care of me. What about you?"
Logan shook his head. "I've made more than my quota of mistakes for one lifetime, thanks."
A roar of laughter from upstairs caught their attention. "Giddy up," Shane ordered. "Giddy up, horsey."
"Your father must be giving Shane a pony ride," Logan said.
"Hah! Not my father."
"Jessie," they said in unison, leaning into each other.
"My father's probably talking business and boring your mother to tears."
"She didn't seem bored to me, not with anything he said. She seemed disgustingly interested."
"They were flirting with each other, weren't they? I thought so, but I figured I'd had too many margaritas."
Logan shook his head. "I have never seen my mother flirt in my life… until today."
"Creepy, isn't it," Melody said, "thinking of our parents as sexual beings?"
"Oh yuck, as Shane would say. Did you have to go that far?"
Melody laughed, tickled at this lighthearted aspect of Logan the tight ass, but his regard changed to one more in keeping with her briefcase-toting image of him.
Serious. "Speaking of sexual beings," he said.
Melody stilled, realized how close they sat, and though Logan gave her plenty of time to move away, she couldn't for the life of her do so. Then the arm she craved, his hard-muscled arm, slipped tight around her, pulled her close, and those lips she remembered as cool and soft met hers. A gentle kiss, barely there. A lingering need, stoked but unmet, breaths mingling.
One kiss more. Another.
"Sleep well," Logan said, pulling away, seeming as reluctant, and relieved, as she.
He stood with her, touched the corner of her mouth, coaxed it upward into a smile, then watched her take the last few steps to the landing. He nodded as she turned the knob.
"Night," she said and went inside.
So much for getting kidnapped by Long John Kilgarven , she thought as she regarded her kitchen with new eyes, remembered her earlier wish, and knew that her not getting abducted would serve them both better in the long run.
Melody opened the refrigerator, looked inside, and shut it again. A screwup and a perfectionist had no possible future together. None. They might have pretty damned good sex, though.
Their hot kitchen affair had certainly held a great deal of promise. Hell, it had been the best part of her day. Though there had been a few other
"I'm guessing that pissing Daddy off in the process was a bonus." He winked.
"Extra bang for your buck, so to speak?"
"Pissing Daddy off…" She shook her head. " That , I'm good at."
"You're good at a lot of things; you just haven't found them all yet."
Melody did a double take to see if he was being serious. "How tactful of you."
She thought about the amorous incident in her kitchen and wondered how good he would have found her, if they hadn't been interrupted—thank the stars they were.
Logan must have caught her blush, because he raised a questioning brow, but she wasn't going anywhere near that subject, not with him, not yet. Not ever. "Pissing Daddy off is easy," she said.
"But you work so hard at it."
"Nah, I'm a natural. And he's an easy mark, stuffed suit with a briefcase, no sense of humor, obsessive, solemn, sedate, bor—" She stopped, but the words hung thick in the air between them. After a minute, she shrugged. "Oops."
"I am not like your father."
Glory, Logan had gorgeous eyes, Mel thought, especially when they flashed fire, like now. "Did I say you were? It's not my fault if you see a similarity… or three."
"Gee, thanks." Despite his sarcasm, he smiled. "So you're saying that any man who carries a briefcase and wears a suit is not the 'one' for you."
"I'm saying there isn't 'one' for me. I don't want 'one,' thank you very much. I've got all I can do to take care of me. What about you?"
Logan shook his head. "I've made more than my quota of mistakes for one lifetime, thanks."
A roar of laughter from upstairs caught their attention. "Giddy up," Shane ordered. "Giddy up, horsey."
"Your father must be giving Shane a pony ride," Logan said.
"Hah! Not my father."
"Jessie," they said in unison, leaning into each other.
"My father's probably talking business and boring your mother to tears."
"She didn't seem bored to me, not with anything he said. She seemed disgustingly interested."
"They were flirting with each other, weren't they? I thought so, but I figured I'd had too many margaritas."
Logan shook his head. "I have never seen my mother flirt in my life… until today."
"Creepy, isn't it," Melody said, "thinking of our parents as sexual beings?"
"Oh yuck, as Shane would say. Did you have to go that far?"
Melody laughed, tickled at this lighthearted aspect of Logan the tight ass, but his regard changed to one more in keeping with her briefcase-toting image of him.
Serious. "Speaking of sexual beings," he said.
Melody stilled, realized how close they sat, and though Logan gave her plenty of time to move away, she couldn't for the life of her do so. Then the arm she craved, his hard-muscled arm, slipped tight around her, pulled her close, and those lips she remembered as cool and soft met hers. A gentle kiss, barely there. A lingering need, stoked but unmet, breaths mingling.
One kiss more. Another.
"Sleep well," Logan said, pulling away, seeming as reluctant, and relieved, as she.
He stood with her, touched the corner of her mouth, coaxed it upward into a smile, then watched her take the last few steps to the landing. He nodded as she turned the knob.
"Night," she said and went inside.
So much for getting kidnapped by Long John Kilgarven , she thought as she regarded her kitchen with new eyes, remembered her earlier wish, and knew that her not getting abducted would serve them both better in the long run.
Melody opened the refrigerator, looked inside, and shut it again. A screwup and a perfectionist had no possible future together. None. They might have pretty damned good sex, though.
Their hot kitchen affair had certainly held a great deal of promise. Hell, it had been the best part of her day. Though there had been a few other
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