couldn’t curb, he placed his hand on her lower back.
“No one told me you two were an item.”
The angry words came from Logan’s left. Although Meredith didn’t visibly move, he felt her spine stiffen beneath his fingers as he turned to find Dirk had joined them.
“I’m not sure that it’s any of your business, Dirk,” Logan said through gritted teeth.
As usual, the man proved to be the ass he was and ignored the warning in Logan’s voice.
“Of course it’s my business. She’s my wife.”
The gasp from Barbie had heads turning all around them. At first Logan thought Meredith was going to cry, but then he realized she was trying very hard not to laugh. He was more than glad she saw the funny side of it because he would have had to punch Dirk if he’d brought her to tears in front of everyone. Before anyone else uttered a word Barbie’s hand connected with Dirk’s cheek and as all conversation stopped the slap echoed off the walls, followed by the click-clack of stiletto heels on tile as Barbie stormed from the room.
“I do believe there’s a piece of paper and a second wife who might argue that statement, Dirk.” Their hostess’s voice rang with censure. “That would be the wife who just stormed out of here. I think you better go find her and take her home.”
The rest of Dirk’s face turned as red as the handprint gracing one cheek. Dirk aimed his angry gaze at Meredith. “This isn’t over.” He spun on his heel and followed Barbie’s path.
A cloak of silence fell heavy over the room, all waited to see what would happen next. Logan wasn’t surprised when Meredith began to apologize.
“Joan, I’m so sorry to bring my dirty laundry—”
“Don’t you dare, Meredith. The dirty laundry was never yours and everyone knows it.” She threw a daggered look over at her husband. “If it wasn’t for certain people without the balls to say no, Dirk never would have been here so it’s me who owes you the apology.”
“No one but Dirk needs to say sorry and that rodent wouldn’t know a true apology if it was a monkey crawling up his ass,” Logan murmured.
Meredith’s gaze darted to Logan’s, a smile curling the corner of her sexy mouth. His gut tightened and once again he placed his hand on her lower back to offer his support. He was pleased when she leaned against him.
“Joan, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll go. I’m suddenly not in the mood to socialize. Can I use your phone to call a cab?” Meredith asked.
“I’ll take you home.” The words were out of Logan’s mouth before he’d thought them.
Meredith looked at him. “Are you sure? I hate to drag you away from the party.”
“No it’s fine. I’m sure Joan would prefer to know you got home safe than have me here.” He turned to the other woman.
“Yes, Meredith. Let Logan drive you home.”
“We’re set then.” Logan didn’t give Meredith time to argue. He cupped her elbow and urged her toward the front door, thankful her purse was over her shoulder and they didn’t have to collect it.
They weaved their way through the quiet crowd. He could imagine what the topic of conversation would be when they left together but he couldn’t bring himself to care. For the first time in twenty years he was taking action. Before the night was over Meredith would know he wanted her and planned to have her.
* * * * *
Meredith couldn’t believe they talked about the weather. She was trying to get up the courage to ask Logan inside for coffee and all that came out was “nice weather we’ve been having”. If it wouldn’t make her look more of a twit she’d slap herself upside the head. The closer they got to her house the more tense she became. It didn’t help that the man oozed sex. From the way he moved to the way he smelled, Logan Foster projected dark forbidden pleasure.
Over the years she’d found him attractive but ever since her world had turned upside down her body had gone on hyperalert whenever he was
“No one told me you two were an item.”
The angry words came from Logan’s left. Although Meredith didn’t visibly move, he felt her spine stiffen beneath his fingers as he turned to find Dirk had joined them.
“I’m not sure that it’s any of your business, Dirk,” Logan said through gritted teeth.
As usual, the man proved to be the ass he was and ignored the warning in Logan’s voice.
“Of course it’s my business. She’s my wife.”
The gasp from Barbie had heads turning all around them. At first Logan thought Meredith was going to cry, but then he realized she was trying very hard not to laugh. He was more than glad she saw the funny side of it because he would have had to punch Dirk if he’d brought her to tears in front of everyone. Before anyone else uttered a word Barbie’s hand connected with Dirk’s cheek and as all conversation stopped the slap echoed off the walls, followed by the click-clack of stiletto heels on tile as Barbie stormed from the room.
“I do believe there’s a piece of paper and a second wife who might argue that statement, Dirk.” Their hostess’s voice rang with censure. “That would be the wife who just stormed out of here. I think you better go find her and take her home.”
The rest of Dirk’s face turned as red as the handprint gracing one cheek. Dirk aimed his angry gaze at Meredith. “This isn’t over.” He spun on his heel and followed Barbie’s path.
A cloak of silence fell heavy over the room, all waited to see what would happen next. Logan wasn’t surprised when Meredith began to apologize.
“Joan, I’m so sorry to bring my dirty laundry—”
“Don’t you dare, Meredith. The dirty laundry was never yours and everyone knows it.” She threw a daggered look over at her husband. “If it wasn’t for certain people without the balls to say no, Dirk never would have been here so it’s me who owes you the apology.”
“No one but Dirk needs to say sorry and that rodent wouldn’t know a true apology if it was a monkey crawling up his ass,” Logan murmured.
Meredith’s gaze darted to Logan’s, a smile curling the corner of her sexy mouth. His gut tightened and once again he placed his hand on her lower back to offer his support. He was pleased when she leaned against him.
“Joan, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll go. I’m suddenly not in the mood to socialize. Can I use your phone to call a cab?” Meredith asked.
“I’ll take you home.” The words were out of Logan’s mouth before he’d thought them.
Meredith looked at him. “Are you sure? I hate to drag you away from the party.”
“No it’s fine. I’m sure Joan would prefer to know you got home safe than have me here.” He turned to the other woman.
“Yes, Meredith. Let Logan drive you home.”
“We’re set then.” Logan didn’t give Meredith time to argue. He cupped her elbow and urged her toward the front door, thankful her purse was over her shoulder and they didn’t have to collect it.
They weaved their way through the quiet crowd. He could imagine what the topic of conversation would be when they left together but he couldn’t bring himself to care. For the first time in twenty years he was taking action. Before the night was over Meredith would know he wanted her and planned to have her.
* * * * *
Meredith couldn’t believe they talked about the weather. She was trying to get up the courage to ask Logan inside for coffee and all that came out was “nice weather we’ve been having”. If it wouldn’t make her look more of a twit she’d slap herself upside the head. The closer they got to her house the more tense she became. It didn’t help that the man oozed sex. From the way he moved to the way he smelled, Logan Foster projected dark forbidden pleasure.
Over the years she’d found him attractive but ever since her world had turned upside down her body had gone on hyperalert whenever he was
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