Flirting with Fate by Jerrie Alexander Page B

ogan didn’t know Elle’s password, so checking to see if the ghostwriter program had been received wasn’t an option. Had she gone to sleep while he’d been in the shower? He eased open her door. A soft hum from the bathroom drew his attention.
    Elle was singing. His fingers wrapped around the knob. She might be upset if he just walked in on her. He chose the smarter route and knocked.
    “You need to check your email.” The sound of water splashing sent blood rushing south. Elle in a bathtub with him sounded like pure delight.
    “Be right there.” The door opened, and Elle stood there smiling, wearing an oversized white robe. The coat of arms for Castle Alainn had been embroidered just above her left breast.
    “Sorry. I didn’t intend to stay in the tub so long.”
    Logan breathed in her scent. Definitely some type of flower. He had no idea what kind, but he’d know before they left the resort. After they got home, he’d have a bouquet of them delivered to her on a regular basis. “Maybe next time we should bathe together.”
    Elle lifted on her tiptoes and kissed him. “You have the best ideas.”
    She walked to the bed, picked up the tiniest pair of panties he’d ever seen, then slipped them on, covering her curvy ass. Logan’s feet appeared to be riveted to the floor. Now that he wanted to leave the room, he couldn’t move. Elle covered her beautiful breasts with a flesh-colored bra, and then slipped on jeans and a sweatshirt big enough for them both. Her ponytail came down, and yards of brown waves spilled down her back and around her shoulders. She ran her fingers through her hair, shook her head, and then turned to him again.
    “I’m ready.”
    “Uh,” he said, trying to form words with his dry mouth. Her gaze swept across his body, pausing at the rise behind his zipper.
    “But not as ready as you are.” She laughed and left the room.
    “You’re going to get us into lots of trouble.” He tried to joke away his erection to no avail.
    He joined Elle, who got two bottles out of the apartment-sized refrigerator and handed him one. In a few keystrokes, she opened the email and started the download.
    Her fingers trembled as she reached for her water. “I’m nervous. This could be everything I expected, or nothing.”
    Logan understood. “We’ll know soon. The ghostwriter program should open them. But I have to warn you, if Brandon has a fail-safe built in, they will destroy themselves.”
    Elle rubbed her hands across her eyes. “That just can’t happen. It can’t.”
    “I hope you’re right.”
    “Ghostwriter? It sounds very secretive.” Elle pushed the laptop directly in front of Logan.
    “This is a big program and will take a while to load,” he said.
    “Who sent the ghostwriter program?”
    “Some people who require complete anonymity.” Logan pulled her barstool closer. “Besides, a good cop never reveals his sources.”
    “Detectives and their secrets.” She stroked his stubble, sending shock waves through him. “I’ve always loved a good mystery.”
    “Is that what you’re reading?” Logan chuckled at her blank stare. He’d dropped his condom next to the book earlier. “The book on your nightstand? Flirting With the Devil ?”
    “Yes.” She nodded. “I brought two of Kym Roberts’ books with me. She’s my favorite author.”
    “Does that one have sex in it?”
    “Yes. Why?”
    “Call me when you get to the sexy parts. You can read them to me.”
    “Stop it.” She frowned up at him, but her eyes sparkled with humor. “It’s about a man who’s strong enough to know who he loves and is willing to fight for her.”
    “Smart man.” Logan’s stomach growled. “I’m starving.”
    “We just ate.”
    “You wore me out. I have to keep up my strength.” He waited until her eyes flared and her mouth fell open. Then he kissed her and forgot he was hungry.
    Digging his fingers deep into her hair, he cradled her head, holding her lips tight against his. This was