Chapter Thirteen
“Fiona.” Logan’s tone was firm, commanding. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
She stifled a sigh. “Yes, I understand. I just don’t get why you’re trying to talk me out of it.”
Giving James a brief kiss on the lips before releasing him, Logan stood. Shaking his head, and flashing her a wry smile, he said, “Are you frigging insane? I am certainly not trying to talk you out of it. I’m just making absolutely sure this is what you want, that’s all. Despite your earlier comment, I am a gentleman—well, most of the time, anyway. Once you’re naked and in bed with the two of us, I make no promises.”
As he turned on his heel—still gloriously naked—and strode out into the main room, she watched him go. The arousal that had been ebbing and flowing for goodness knew how long now
