over her shoulders, he
lingered a bit too long over helping her into it, smoothing one hand over her
back after she'd settled into the coat.
Then he grasped her elbow to steer her to the elevators.
"Was that a hundred dollar bill?" The words
escaped Amanda.
He lifted his eyebrows, but she saw humor lurking around his
mouth. "You don't think she deserves it?"
"Well…well…" She could only sputter. What to say?
Of course the woman undoubtedly deserved the money.
She resorted to silence as they rode down in the elevator.
They walked out into a crisp night speckled with lightly falling snow. The
dusting emphasized Logan's broad shoulders and Amanda had to tear her gaze away
from him.
She needed to be looking for a cab, anyway. Normally, she'd
take the subway to save money. It wasn't late enough yet to be unsafe. But she
knew if she mentioned the subway, Logan would seize the opening to insist she
go with him.
"I think I'll walk up to Fifth Avenue," she said.
"Some fresh air would be nice." And the cabs more
plentiful. Obviously, there weren't any on this dark side street. Though a limo waited.
"Good idea." Thrusting his hands into the
pockets of his wool coat, Logan fell into step alongside her. The limo crawled
down the street after them.
Of course. Mentally, she smacked
herself in the head. That was Logan's car, with Felipe at the wheel.
She cast it an evil glance. Now they looked ridiculous. Walking in snowy weather on a cold night, while a limo followed
them.
The ballet flats she'd worn provided no grip on the slippery
sidewalk. Though she concentrated on placing her feet carefully, it was
inevitable that she'd hit an icy patch. When she did, Logan casually gripped
her elbow, holding her firmly upright.
"Are you all right?" His head slanted down toward
her and she looked up to see his gray eyes laughing at her in the light of a
street lamp.
"I am perfectly capable of getting home on my
own."
"I don't doubt it. But my car does look warm and
comfortable, doesn't it?"
"I live way downtown in Alphabet City."
"Felipe keeps the car gassed up."
Mulishly, she kept on walking, keeping her head down to
watch for ice, and her shoulders hunched to retain warmth. She hoped it was her
imagination when Logan tugged her closer. Because if it was
only her imagination, there was no need for her to do anything about it but to
enjoy the warm heat emanating from him. To lean a bit
closer to catch his male scent. Yum. Cleanliness with a touch of snow-dusted musk.
They reached the corner of Fifth and she watched the cars
whizzing downtown. Every cab was occupied. If she did spot a lit-up bar, it
would be highlighted by the 'Off-Duty' lights. She tried to marshal her
patience. All she had to do was wait .
Like Felipe was doing with the town car, sitting at the side
of the road, watching her, no doubt, with annoyance. He couldn't go home until
he got Logan home.
Her feet were numb already, and she wished she'd worn a hat,
or at least a scarf. She glanced at Logan, to see him fighting a smile.
"What's so damn funny?" she muttered.
"I'm just hoping a cop doesn't drive by. An ambulance
might be helpful if you're determined to freeze to death, but not a cop."
She knew she'd regret asking, but the words slipped out. "Why not? We're not doing anything wrong."
"It's an interesting effect to see those red lights on
your sweater flashing out from the neck of your coat. I feel like a pimp with
my own mobile red light district."
"I'll take your word for it," she said sweetly.
"I'm sure you know more about the business side of sex than I do."
"Touché." He had the
nerve to smile at her. "I'll enjoy watching that quick mind of yours
working for me."
Huffing, she stuffed her hands further into her pockets. How
did he make her feel so churlish so easily? Here she was standing foolishly in
the cold, waiting for a cab, when a warm car idled beside her. It was
ridiculous. But she needed to maintain her independence.
Didn't she?
As if he
lingered a bit too long over helping her into it, smoothing one hand over her
back after she'd settled into the coat.
Then he grasped her elbow to steer her to the elevators.
"Was that a hundred dollar bill?" The words
escaped Amanda.
He lifted his eyebrows, but she saw humor lurking around his
mouth. "You don't think she deserves it?"
"Well…well…" She could only sputter. What to say?
Of course the woman undoubtedly deserved the money.
She resorted to silence as they rode down in the elevator.
They walked out into a crisp night speckled with lightly falling snow. The
dusting emphasized Logan's broad shoulders and Amanda had to tear her gaze away
from him.
She needed to be looking for a cab, anyway. Normally, she'd
take the subway to save money. It wasn't late enough yet to be unsafe. But she
knew if she mentioned the subway, Logan would seize the opening to insist she
go with him.
"I think I'll walk up to Fifth Avenue," she said.
"Some fresh air would be nice." And the cabs more
plentiful. Obviously, there weren't any on this dark side street. Though a limo waited.
"Good idea." Thrusting his hands into the
pockets of his wool coat, Logan fell into step alongside her. The limo crawled
down the street after them.
Of course. Mentally, she smacked
herself in the head. That was Logan's car, with Felipe at the wheel.
She cast it an evil glance. Now they looked ridiculous. Walking in snowy weather on a cold night, while a limo followed
them.
The ballet flats she'd worn provided no grip on the slippery
sidewalk. Though she concentrated on placing her feet carefully, it was
inevitable that she'd hit an icy patch. When she did, Logan casually gripped
her elbow, holding her firmly upright.
"Are you all right?" His head slanted down toward
her and she looked up to see his gray eyes laughing at her in the light of a
street lamp.
"I am perfectly capable of getting home on my
own."
"I don't doubt it. But my car does look warm and
comfortable, doesn't it?"
"I live way downtown in Alphabet City."
"Felipe keeps the car gassed up."
Mulishly, she kept on walking, keeping her head down to
watch for ice, and her shoulders hunched to retain warmth. She hoped it was her
imagination when Logan tugged her closer. Because if it was
only her imagination, there was no need for her to do anything about it but to
enjoy the warm heat emanating from him. To lean a bit
closer to catch his male scent. Yum. Cleanliness with a touch of snow-dusted musk.
They reached the corner of Fifth and she watched the cars
whizzing downtown. Every cab was occupied. If she did spot a lit-up bar, it
would be highlighted by the 'Off-Duty' lights. She tried to marshal her
patience. All she had to do was wait .
Like Felipe was doing with the town car, sitting at the side
of the road, watching her, no doubt, with annoyance. He couldn't go home until
he got Logan home.
Her feet were numb already, and she wished she'd worn a hat,
or at least a scarf. She glanced at Logan, to see him fighting a smile.
"What's so damn funny?" she muttered.
"I'm just hoping a cop doesn't drive by. An ambulance
might be helpful if you're determined to freeze to death, but not a cop."
She knew she'd regret asking, but the words slipped out. "Why not? We're not doing anything wrong."
"It's an interesting effect to see those red lights on
your sweater flashing out from the neck of your coat. I feel like a pimp with
my own mobile red light district."
"I'll take your word for it," she said sweetly.
"I'm sure you know more about the business side of sex than I do."
"Touché." He had the
nerve to smile at her. "I'll enjoy watching that quick mind of yours
working for me."
Huffing, she stuffed her hands further into her pockets. How
did he make her feel so churlish so easily? Here she was standing foolishly in
the cold, waiting for a cab, when a warm car idled beside her. It was
ridiculous. But she needed to maintain her independence.
Didn't she?
As if he
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