Bad Boys of Red Hook [2] You're the One by Robin Kaye Page B

cat, landing next to the dog that was easily five times her size. She planted her paws on his neck and nipped the bigger dog’s floppy ear, pulling it down to her height. The two danced around, licking each other and playing.
    Nicki ran and grabbed the leash that hung on a hook by the door. “Francis said we can take Pepperoni and D.O.G. for a walk. Is that okay with you, Skye?”
    “Sure, I guess.” Before she knew what was happening, they had Pepperoni in a harness. Francis, Patrice, and Nicki ushered the dogs out the door and left her alone with Logan.
    “I brought your suitcase and a bottle of champagne to celebrate your new job and apartment.”
    “Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.” She took the bottle from him. “Maybe we should wait until Francis and Patrice get back to open it.”
    “They’ll probably be gone for a while. But we can wait if you’d like.” He sat on the couch and crossed one of his legs over the other like he was planning on a nice long visit.
    She checked the label, another Billingsly vintage. It was an expensive bottle. She should know—she ordered the wine for all the Maxwell’s restaurants and they carried the full line of Billingsly wines. “I don’t even know if I have champagne glasses.”
    “You do. They’re in the cupboard over the dishwasher.”
    She went around the bar that separated the kitchen from the living area and sure enough, there were champagne glasses; of course she’d need a chair to reach them.
    Skye stepped back to get one and ran into a solid wall of man. Logan had snuck up behind and reached over her, taking down four glasses.
    He didn’t touch her, but his heat seared her back. What was it with this guy? She slid to the left and stepped back to get away from him. Unfortunately, he did too. His arm wrapped around her was the only thing that kept her from falling over his gigantic feet. “Easy.” He placed the glasses on the counter before he released her.
    She looked at him, sure that her face was the color of a fire engine. “Thanks.”
    “I didn’t do that on purpose.”
    “I didn’t say you did.”
    “True. Look, I came over because I’m concerned we started off on the wrong foot. I got the distinct impression that you don’t like me much. Since we’re going to beworking together, I thought that maybe we could start over. If I did anything to offend you—”
    “You didn’t. I have no problem with you, Logan. And I’m sorry if I gave you that impression.”
    “There’s no need to apologize. I just want us to be able to work together.”
    “I don’t have a problem if you don’t. I can work with anyone for a month.” That had been her mantra since she found out when he was leaving.
    His piercing brown eyes stared into hers. One brow slowly winged its way up toward his hairline.
    Her heartbeat sped up and the blood rushing through her ears drowned out the hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock, and the drone of traffic on Van Brunt Street. They were at an impasse. She’d probably said too much already, and it seemed as if he was waiting for her to continue. It would be a long, long wait. She knew when to keep her mouth shut, and this was one of those times.
    *   *   *
    Logan stared at Skye waiting for her to say or do something. He was clearly incapable, since it was all he could do to punch down the urge to kiss her. He wasn’t sure what that was all about—he was a grown man, not a horny teenager.
    He held her gaze as if they were in an adolescent staring contest, while he reminded himself again of the numerous reasons she wasn’t his type. First of all, he was engaged to Payton, which made Skye and every other woman on the planet off-limits. It was something that had never bothered him before, but then he’d never been tempted by another woman until he’d met Skye. It was crazy—temptation certainly wasn’t on her agenda.
    Payton and Skye were polar opposites in every way imaginable. Payton was tall,