Inevitable by Angela Graham Page B

spoke.
    “Yes, we do.” His voice strained and distant. “Now tell me, sweetheart, how long have you lived in this small town?”
    “Why don’t you like to talk about your son?” I asked, looking him straight in the eyes. Frustrated by my evening thus far, I didn’t care about overstepping. The alcohol in my system fueled my courage.
    Logan took a slow, deep breath as he downed the rest of his drink and looked up at me. “I’m sitting in a bar on a Saturday night with a stunning woman. I’d rather not talk about my son right now.” His lips pursed, telling me the subject was off limits.
    As I opened my mouth to speak, the bell went off. It was for the best. I took a drink and waited for him to stand up and move to the next table. “Have a good night, Logan.”
    He continued staring at me with an impish smirk and I couldn’t help but notice, he was not getting up. The man at Vanessa’s table went around him and everyone began at their new spots. “I think I would like another five minutes.”
    I sighed, rolling my eyes. Seriously!
    “Fine, what do you want to talk about?” I asked, irritated.
    “I want to talk about you.” His tone was soft, seductive.
    Picturing him saying that to multiple women, I huffed.
    “Wow, does that line ever actually work?” I grumbled.
    “You’d be surprised.” He chuckled, amused at my mood.
    “How about this, I’ll answer a question if you answer one of mine,” I said, raising my brows.
    Logan appeared to be thinking it over. “All right, ladies first.”
    “Why move to Harmony?”
    “The local newspaper, I bought it. I would have thought you knew that already, sweetheart.” His eyes brightened.
    “Oh, was I supposed to ask around about my mysterious new neighbor that enjoyed lurking behind me like some creep?” I rested my elbows on the table, distracted by the soaked napkins still resting on the edge.
    He chuckled under his breath. “We both know you don’t think I’m a creep, Cassandra. I’m insulted.” I sat quietly, my eyes down as he continued. “Now, I believe it’s my turn. Have you always wanted to teach?” he asked, sipping his drink.
    I was surprised his question was both easy and painless to answer. “Yes. Why buy the paper?”
    “As a graduation gift for my sister.” He smiled proudly.
    “She’s just now starting college.” Confusion heavy in my voice, I made a face at the absurdity of buying an entire newspaper for a freshman.
    His brows pulled together. “Yes, and by the time she graduates she’ll have a job at a well established and reliable newspaper.”
    “Right,” I whispered, growing bored and bitter at not having my own big brother to look out for me. “Lucky girl.”
    “My sister has been very loyal to me the past few years.” His tone grew serious.
    “Helping with Oliver?” I looked up, gauging his expression.
    Logan sighed. “Yes, helping with Oliver.”
    The air grew thick and heavy. I cleared my throat and changed the subject. “So you bought the newspaper, does that mean you own others?”
    Relaxing back in his chair, he smiled. “No. But I have many ventures as does my family. Julia is going to school in hopes of becoming a journalist and I happened to stumble upon an opportunity to buy the Harmony Tribune. I couldn’t pass up the offer.” His voice grew huskier, a smirk playing on his lips as he added. “I have a very hard time resisting temptation, Cassandra.” His eyes seared into mine confirming we were no longer talking about the paper.
    I sat dumbfounded. Damn it! I struggled to think while heat settled into my cheeks. The longer we sat the more his smile grew. He could see right through me and it left me paralyzed.
    The bell rang through the air and Logan remained in his seat while the other men went around him once again. An annoyed growl escaped my gritted teeth.
    “Seriously, have ten minutes not been enough for you to see that I’m not interested?” I snapped.
    “I have one last request,