year.
Pushing away thoughts of the woman who birthed him, he went to his room and retrieved his laptop. By the time Dani returned, he was ready for her. She stopped in the doorway and eyed the computer sitting open on the coffee table.
“Come here, Dani,” he said softly.
Her gaze shifted to his, and he held out his hand. She came to him and slid her hand into his. His heart thumped hard in response to her touch. Her hair—a riot of curls hanging halfway down her back—brushed over his arm, and he closed his eyes for a moment, willing his skin not to twitch. It didn’t work. Concentrate on the mission, Kincaid. He needed the Iceman, but it appeared he’d gone AWOL.
This morning he’d downloaded images from the camera he put in the tree. Because she hadn’t let go of him, he operated his computer with one hand. “Have you ever seen this man before?”
She leaned her nose close to the screen and studied the photo. “With all the camouflage paint on his face and the ball cap pulled down over his eyes, he could be anyone.”
Logan clicked on the next photo. “Look familiar?”
Her eyes widened on seeing the black Ford F-250 truck. “Is that his?”
“No, just a picture I downloaded, but he drives one like it, except his has dark tinted windows.”
The color drained from her face. “That was him who drove by this morning?”
“I suppose it’s possible it was just one of your good ol’ boys.”
“But you don’t think so?”
The urge to assure her the man hadn’t been within feet of her warred with his need to explain the danger she’d be in if she wasn’t careful. He flipped the computer lid closed. “No, I don’t. It was stup—”
“I know what you’re thinking. I’m sorry.” Her shoulders slumped, and she stared at her hands.
He hated seeing her this way and waited for her to look at him before he cocked a brow. “You’re sorry you know what I’m thinking?”
“No, I’m sor—oh, you’re teasing me.” She narrowed her eyes. “Aren’t you?”
Against all good judgment, he wrapped his arms around her and leaned back on the sofa, pulling her with him. She came willingly, snuggling against his side. Holding her felt so damn right.
“Yeah, I’m teasing.” Resting his chin on her head, he inhaled her scent. “Your hair smells like honey.”
“It’s honey and green tea.”
He tilted his head and peered down at her. “You put honey and green tea in your hair? Isn’t that kinda messy?”
She grinned. “No, silly, the shampoo fragrance is honey and green tea.”
To see her smiling again was worth being called silly. “I like it.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Christ, he wanted to kiss her again.
“Well, if you like this one, wait until you smell my vanilla-bean-and-apple-pie-scented shampoo.”
Did she change shampoo scents the way she changed toenail polish? God help him. If she came near him smelling like vanilla ice cream and apple pie, he refused to hold himself responsible for licking her from her toes to her mouth.
“Did you just groan?”
Had he? “I don’t think so.”
These minutes, sitting on the sofa with her curled up next to him, all warm and sweet smelling, made him dream of a life with a woman who loved him and only him. Dani wouldn’t be like Lovey Dovey and bring strange men home, a rare one or two of them nice, but most from whom he’d had to protect Maria.
“I think you did.” She pushed her hand under his T-shirt, sliding her fingers over skin that was aching for her touch. Her face lifted, her mouth inches from his.
I’m sorry, Evan , he offered just before he kissed her.
Logan memorized the spicy taste of her because he couldn’t let this happen again. But for a few minutes he allowed his desire free rein. He angled his head and deepened the kiss. Her lips were full and soft, perfect for kissing. Cradling her neck with his palm, he held her close while his tongue explored her mouth. Under his shirt, her hand was busy
Pushing away thoughts of the woman who birthed him, he went to his room and retrieved his laptop. By the time Dani returned, he was ready for her. She stopped in the doorway and eyed the computer sitting open on the coffee table.
“Come here, Dani,” he said softly.
Her gaze shifted to his, and he held out his hand. She came to him and slid her hand into his. His heart thumped hard in response to her touch. Her hair—a riot of curls hanging halfway down her back—brushed over his arm, and he closed his eyes for a moment, willing his skin not to twitch. It didn’t work. Concentrate on the mission, Kincaid. He needed the Iceman, but it appeared he’d gone AWOL.
This morning he’d downloaded images from the camera he put in the tree. Because she hadn’t let go of him, he operated his computer with one hand. “Have you ever seen this man before?”
She leaned her nose close to the screen and studied the photo. “With all the camouflage paint on his face and the ball cap pulled down over his eyes, he could be anyone.”
Logan clicked on the next photo. “Look familiar?”
Her eyes widened on seeing the black Ford F-250 truck. “Is that his?”
“No, just a picture I downloaded, but he drives one like it, except his has dark tinted windows.”
The color drained from her face. “That was him who drove by this morning?”
“I suppose it’s possible it was just one of your good ol’ boys.”
“But you don’t think so?”
The urge to assure her the man hadn’t been within feet of her warred with his need to explain the danger she’d be in if she wasn’t careful. He flipped the computer lid closed. “No, I don’t. It was stup—”
“I know what you’re thinking. I’m sorry.” Her shoulders slumped, and she stared at her hands.
He hated seeing her this way and waited for her to look at him before he cocked a brow. “You’re sorry you know what I’m thinking?”
“No, I’m sor—oh, you’re teasing me.” She narrowed her eyes. “Aren’t you?”
Against all good judgment, he wrapped his arms around her and leaned back on the sofa, pulling her with him. She came willingly, snuggling against his side. Holding her felt so damn right.
“Yeah, I’m teasing.” Resting his chin on her head, he inhaled her scent. “Your hair smells like honey.”
“It’s honey and green tea.”
He tilted his head and peered down at her. “You put honey and green tea in your hair? Isn’t that kinda messy?”
She grinned. “No, silly, the shampoo fragrance is honey and green tea.”
To see her smiling again was worth being called silly. “I like it.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Christ, he wanted to kiss her again.
“Well, if you like this one, wait until you smell my vanilla-bean-and-apple-pie-scented shampoo.”
Did she change shampoo scents the way she changed toenail polish? God help him. If she came near him smelling like vanilla ice cream and apple pie, he refused to hold himself responsible for licking her from her toes to her mouth.
“Did you just groan?”
Had he? “I don’t think so.”
These minutes, sitting on the sofa with her curled up next to him, all warm and sweet smelling, made him dream of a life with a woman who loved him and only him. Dani wouldn’t be like Lovey Dovey and bring strange men home, a rare one or two of them nice, but most from whom he’d had to protect Maria.
“I think you did.” She pushed her hand under his T-shirt, sliding her fingers over skin that was aching for her touch. Her face lifted, her mouth inches from his.
I’m sorry, Evan , he offered just before he kissed her.
Logan memorized the spicy taste of her because he couldn’t let this happen again. But for a few minutes he allowed his desire free rein. He angled his head and deepened the kiss. Her lips were full and soft, perfect for kissing. Cradling her neck with his palm, he held her close while his tongue explored her mouth. Under his shirt, her hand was busy
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