DoingLogan by Rhian Cahill

Chapter One
     
    Logan Foster was a man of action. If he wanted something, he went after it. Simple. Except for one thing. Meredith Wainright . Where she was concerned, his courage disappeared completely. For over twenty years she’d had him tied in knots and unable to be his usual assertive self. He’d be putty in her hands if she ever decided to touch him. His cock throbbed, he’d grown hard from the moment she arrived and the thought of her hands wrapped around his length had him aching with need.
    Watching her from across the room, Logan couldn’t help but feel pride in the way she held her head high. He’d been pissed off at their host when he’d discovered the man had invited Dirk and his new trophy wife to the party. He doubted Meredith had known and when their hostess had dragged her husband off to a corner for a little private discussion, Logan could only conclude that he’d also neglected to tell his wife the weasel was coming. He wasn’t sure who he wanted to punch more. Their host or Dirk for putting Meredith in such a difficult position.
    The man had barely waited for the ink to dry on their divorce and now he was parading the new Mrs. Wainright under the nose of the one he’d spent years betraying. Logan could kick himself for never telling Meredith what he knew about Dirk’s indiscretions. His only excuse was the fact he’d known it would hurt her and the last thing he ever wanted to inflict on Meredith was pain. He’d been a coward. The thought that she might shoot the messenger had stopped him from doing what was right by the woman he’d been in love with for most of his life.
    He sighed. Nothing else, no one else, had the power to bring him to his knees like Meredith. They’d grown up together. He’d even been the idiot to introduce her to her ex-husband. And hadn’t he rued that day for most of his adult life. Why Logan had never tried to cross the line of friend to lover with Meredith in their long history was beyond him. The woman just scrambled his brains.
    She stood talking to their hostess, the two of them smiling and laughing as though there was nothing wrong with Dirk and Barbie being here. Logan had to hand it to her, she had every right to be angry and upset but instead she acted like she didn’t know they existed. If he wasn’t mistaken, Meredith’s lack of reaction was beginning to get up the new Mrs. Wainright’s nose.
    Sure enough, Barbie made her way over to where Meredith stood. He quickly glanced at Dirk to see the other man wearing an amused smirk. Logan had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach and before he thought about it, he headed toward Meredith. In seconds he was by her side but he need not have rushed, she had it all under control.
    “I don’t know why you have to be such a bitch. I won Dirk and there’s nothing you can do about it so leave us alone.” Barbie’s shrill voice was a little too loud.
    “I’m not sure why you think you won. Dirk isn’t a prize catch. In fact, I think he’s on par with the ones fishermen throw back.” Meredith turned to face him, a genuine smile on her lips unlike the fake one she’d just had plastered to her face. “Logan.”
    She enveloped him in a hug, her scent and warmth surrounding him. He couldn’t help it, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body flush against his. The erection confined in his pants pulsed at the contact of her soft curves to his hard muscles. He breathed in deep and the smell of her filled his lungs—teased his senses. They held on a little too long, but Logan couldn’t bring himself to care what others might think.
    With a final squeeze, she let go and stepped back. The emotions swirling in her brown eyes made his breath catch and his heart skip a beat. All too quickly she blinked and the look was gone but he could swear he’d seen arousal mixed with fear and determination. Logan also saw the fine tremor in her smile as she turned back to their hostess. In a protective instinct he