The tantalizing scent of coffee filled the room and I zeroed in on it on the table by the sofa, along with a tray of finger sandwiches. My stomach growled in anticipation.
I moved first to where I had left my boots and sat on the edge of the still-unmade bed to put them on. When I straightened, I noticed the black coat lying beside me with a dry-clean-tagged plastic hanger.
I eyed it with suspicion. I didn"t think the stink would ever come off. I touched the sleeve of the coat cautiously, using only my thumb and forefinger, bent to sniff it. It held no trace of the trashy scent. In fact, it smelled wonderfully clean. God bless the dry-cleaning miracle. When I looked up, Logan was watching me with amused eyes.
God, but wasn"t he handsome? And thoughtful?
My smile faded and I tried to me
