curve of her ass and the long waves she’d left to hang
down her back.
There was something about hair you could sink
your hands into and…
“This can’t be mine. The car looks brand
new!”
Logan joined her and nodded. “Shane did most
of it, so you can thank him when you see him.”
Her fingers ran along the top of the hood,
pausing where the word [i]‘ pussy’ [i] had been scratched into
the paint. Shane had ground it out—luckily the scratches had only
been surface damage, and the paint job looked mint.
Billie’s cheeks were red and she tucked a
long piece of hair behind her ears—obviously nervous. When she
turned to him, her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth in a way
that would make a porn star proud.
For a moment, he saw her plump lips sliding
across his skin, skimming over his belly, down to his—
“I don’t’ know…this is a lot more than the
estimate. Shane said it would be around five hundred bucks, but
those tires look new and they’ve got to be double that alone.”
Her soft white sweater hugged curves that no
female athlete should have. Not one who played hockey better than
most men. And yet, as she tucked her hands into the back pockets of
her jeans he took a moment to appreciate said curves, his gaze
lingering on the swell of her breasts. When he finally met her gaze
again, the blush that stained her cheeks intensified.
Billie-Jo Barker was hot as hell.
He cleared his throat and grabbed her keys
from his front pocket. “It’s all good, Billie. There’s no
charge.”
Her brow furrowed. “What? That doesn’t make
sense.” She gazed at him directly, her eyes wide, sparkling with
something…he wasn’t sure what, but he felt it all the way down to
his toes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Logan knew this woman
was going to prove dangerous to him in more ways than one. “I can
pay my own bill, thanks. I don’t need your charity.”
“This isn’t charity. A hell of a lot of
people feel bad about what happened.” His voice lowered, as a wave
of anger rolled through him. He’d been right pissed when he’d seen
the extent of the damage, and when he found out who was responsible
there would be hell to pay.
In that moment Logan made a conscious
decision to ignore the little voice inside him, the one that said
back off. The one that said getting involved with Billie-Jo Barker
wasn’t a great idea. The one that said Betty had been bad enough,
but this one…she was going to be all kinds of trouble.
It left him strangely exhilarated.
“It’s not right,” she said carefully. “I’ve
got enough on me to pay the estimate in cash and I’ll put the rest
on my card.” She reached into her pocket and withdrew a credit
card, chin thrust out, mouth set into a determined line.
“It’s kind of hard to pay a bill when there
isn’t one.”
Her eyes flashed again and her cheeks filled
with color. “Look, Logan, I just feel weird about this.” She licked
her lips and his damn gut tightened along with everything else
south of his waist.
She really was fucking adorable. He could
string this along and make her twitch a hell of a lot more, but
watching her bite her bottom lip in agitation had all sorts of
inappropriate thoughts running through his mind. Jesus, there were
several places he’d love to see her lips…and that tongue…
She must have read his mind because he saw
her stiffen. He took a step back and nodded toward the car.
“Billie, this isn’t charity. It’s made a lot of people feel good to
help you out. The tires just kind of showed up Monday. If you want
to thank someone for that, give Jackie Everett a call. She rallied
the local girl’s hockey league and they got involved too. Cash
donations came in and they pretty much covered all the other
expenses. Hell, even Duke brought over beers and wings for the
techs.” He nodded to the car. “We installed an alarm system so the
next time someone decides to mess with your car they’ll be in for
one hell of a
down her back.
There was something about hair you could sink
your hands into and…
“This can’t be mine. The car looks brand
new!”
Logan joined her and nodded. “Shane did most
of it, so you can thank him when you see him.”
Her fingers ran along the top of the hood,
pausing where the word [i]‘ pussy’ [i] had been scratched into
the paint. Shane had ground it out—luckily the scratches had only
been surface damage, and the paint job looked mint.
Billie’s cheeks were red and she tucked a
long piece of hair behind her ears—obviously nervous. When she
turned to him, her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth in a way
that would make a porn star proud.
For a moment, he saw her plump lips sliding
across his skin, skimming over his belly, down to his—
“I don’t’ know…this is a lot more than the
estimate. Shane said it would be around five hundred bucks, but
those tires look new and they’ve got to be double that alone.”
Her soft white sweater hugged curves that no
female athlete should have. Not one who played hockey better than
most men. And yet, as she tucked her hands into the back pockets of
her jeans he took a moment to appreciate said curves, his gaze
lingering on the swell of her breasts. When he finally met her gaze
again, the blush that stained her cheeks intensified.
Billie-Jo Barker was hot as hell.
He cleared his throat and grabbed her keys
from his front pocket. “It’s all good, Billie. There’s no
charge.”
Her brow furrowed. “What? That doesn’t make
sense.” She gazed at him directly, her eyes wide, sparkling with
something…he wasn’t sure what, but he felt it all the way down to
his toes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Logan knew this woman
was going to prove dangerous to him in more ways than one. “I can
pay my own bill, thanks. I don’t need your charity.”
“This isn’t charity. A hell of a lot of
people feel bad about what happened.” His voice lowered, as a wave
of anger rolled through him. He’d been right pissed when he’d seen
the extent of the damage, and when he found out who was responsible
there would be hell to pay.
In that moment Logan made a conscious
decision to ignore the little voice inside him, the one that said
back off. The one that said getting involved with Billie-Jo Barker
wasn’t a great idea. The one that said Betty had been bad enough,
but this one…she was going to be all kinds of trouble.
It left him strangely exhilarated.
“It’s not right,” she said carefully. “I’ve
got enough on me to pay the estimate in cash and I’ll put the rest
on my card.” She reached into her pocket and withdrew a credit
card, chin thrust out, mouth set into a determined line.
“It’s kind of hard to pay a bill when there
isn’t one.”
Her eyes flashed again and her cheeks filled
with color. “Look, Logan, I just feel weird about this.” She licked
her lips and his damn gut tightened along with everything else
south of his waist.
She really was fucking adorable. He could
string this along and make her twitch a hell of a lot more, but
watching her bite her bottom lip in agitation had all sorts of
inappropriate thoughts running through his mind. Jesus, there were
several places he’d love to see her lips…and that tongue…
She must have read his mind because he saw
her stiffen. He took a step back and nodded toward the car.
“Billie, this isn’t charity. It’s made a lot of people feel good to
help you out. The tires just kind of showed up Monday. If you want
to thank someone for that, give Jackie Everett a call. She rallied
the local girl’s hockey league and they got involved too. Cash
donations came in and they pretty much covered all the other
expenses. Hell, even Duke brought over beers and wings for the
techs.” He nodded to the car. “We installed an alarm system so the
next time someone decides to mess with your car they’ll be in for
one hell of a
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