Crazy for Her by Sandra Owens

living room, pausing in the doorway. Logan sat on the couch, holding Regan. He brought a spoon to Regan’s mouth, and her daughter—obviously still in the throes of adoration if her intent focus on Logan meant anything—obediently opened her mouth.
    “That’s my girl,” he purred.
    Regan gave him a smile Dani had never seen before. My God, the little stinker’s flirting with him . Smothering a chuckle, she stepped into the room. Regan noticed her first.
    “Mama!”
    Logan glanced up, did a double take, and gave Dani a slow perusal, causing her body to ripple in awareness. Judging by the heat in his eyes, the little spaghetti-strap sundress made of fine white gauze was met with approval.
    “Ah,” he said, drawing the word out.
    He seemed lost as to where to go from there, so she took pity on him. “Thanks. I’ll take over now.” Holding out her arms, she said, “Come here, silly girl.” Regan’s face scrunched up and her little lips trembled.
    The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement. “I think she wants me to finish feeding her.”
    “Have at it, then.” Dani walked to the window, feeling the soft fabric swirl around her legs. She brushed her fingers over the skirt. The dress came to just below her knees, but had a slit to halfway up her thigh. Strappy red sandals, a thin red leather belt, and red dangling glass-bead earrings completed the look and were a daring contrast to the white gauze dress. The outfit said, Look at me, I might be feeling naughty. Would Logan get it?
    She slid a finger under a blind and lifted it. It was a beautiful day, and she wanted to be out in it. There was a restlessness inside her, had been for a while, even before this stalker business started. The dress she wore had been purchased on impulse—on a day she’d needed cheering up—even though she’d doubted at the time she’d ever wear it. She glanced at Logan over her shoulder just in time to see him almost spoon Regan’s baby food into her ear.
    Dani didn’t know whether to swoon or laugh. Logan—heat flaring in his eyes—was so focused on her that he had totally missed Regan’s mouth. Regan giggled when the spoon touched her earlobe. He jerked his eyes down and saw he was close to pouring pureed sweet potatoes down her ear.
    Fascinated, Dani watched as red crept up his throat and onto his cheeks. She managed not to laugh. Oh, but it felt good to want to. He busied himself with feeding Regan, something Evan would never get to experience.
    From the time she was born until the day two Navy men in dress uniform stood on her doorstep and asked to come in, her life had been blessed. Her parents were old money, lots of it. Not one of her friends’ parents could stand to be in the same room with each other, and she’d always felt special that hers deeply loved each other. It had been one reason her three best friends spent most of their time at her house. Her home was a happy one.
    In addition to a mother and father who supported her in all ways, she had a trust fund left to her by her grandparents and a career she was good at and loved. Then Evan came along, completing the picture to perfection.
    A hard lesson had been learned, though: beware of a life too good to be true. She’d never known loss or heartbreak, had never dreamed it could happen to her. Nothing had been right since the Navy chaplain took her hands in his and gently told her that her husband had been killed.
    She wanted to feel again, wanted a man to want her, wanted to be touched, whispered to, and held tight in strong arms. Unfortunately, she wanted a man who didn’t want her. Well, maybe there was some kind of chemistry going on between them, but he didn’t seem happy about it.
    Dani glanced down at her dress, saw that because of the way she stood, the slit was open, exposing her leg. Good God, she was dressed for trolling and was suddenly disgusted with her behavior.
    If she was appalled, what must Logan be thinking? He was here as a friend to