keep my mind and body clean. Drugs aren’t a requirement, of course, but they’re pretty prevalent in the clubs. Not my scene, really.”
“Me, either. But it sounds like an exciting life.”
“Not especially.” She smiled, thinking of the movie portrayals of hackers, all dressed in black with slick haircuts and shiny earrings, attending raves every night and talking the talk.
Some of that was true—there was a distinct “look” among her old set of friends—but the lifestyle wasn’t really all that glamorous or exciting. Sitting in front of a computer for hours—or days—on end wasn’t the stuff excitement was made of. Not unless you were into it.
“It’s just a life.” She took a swig of beer, looking at him over the top of the bottle. “So what about you?”
He shrugged. “I like most music, nothing in particular though. I go to outdoor concerts back home, but I have never really been to clubs or anything like that.” Except on raids, he thought quietly with a smile.
“Do you dance?”
“Sure, is that a hint?” His eyes sparkled and she almost retracted her question, but decided to let it stand. Why not?
“Well, this music is better than I thought—not the old ‘my-truck-broke-down-and-my-girlfriend-left-me-for-my-best-friend’ kind of thing. It has a beat.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me.” He smiled, standing as a new tune rocked the bar and more people crowded into the small joint. “Let’s go”
She looked hesitant for a moment, but took his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor. When they got there she seemed stiff and a little uncomfortable, but after a few minutes, she transformed before his eyes.
Moving like a sinuous wisp of smoke, her long, lithe body caught the beat of the music as her eyes closed and her arms raised above her head, the movements accentuating the line of her breasts and turning his mouth dry. He could hardly move for watching her.
Reaching out, he placed his hands on her trim waist, pulling her in a little closer, settling them into a rhythm together. She smiled and looked at him through heavy eyes, lowering her hands to his shoulders as the rocking music changed to something slower. Following his instincts, he gathered her in more closely, inhaling the scent of her. His body hardened, pressing intimately into hers, and he waited for her response, loosened his grip so she could move away.
She didn’t.
“Want to get out of here?” he whispered close to her ear. The feeling of her moving against him was driving him out of his mind.
“What did you have in mind?” When her cheek grazed his as she drew back to look into his eyes, it actually made him shiver.
“A walk on the beach?”
She waited a beat, as if considering, and he held his breath until she answered.
“Sure. That sounds nice.”
4
T HEY WALKED slowly, hands clasped, not daring to speak lest the spell be broken. At least, that’s how Logan felt, his blood slightly buzzing with alcohol, dancing and desire, his body burning to know what hers felt like, tasted like, inside and out.
How long had it been since he’d felt like this with a woman? Had he ever? Maybe once, a long time ago.
Inspired by Sarah, alcohol and a sense of freedom he hadn’t enjoyed in a good long time, Logan felt for this one minute like he really was on vacation. It wasn’t that his larger purpose for being here was fading, but there wasn’t much he could do right now, and he was captivated by Sarah. They turned toward the beach and he set his concerns aside for a moment. Logan shut out everything but the light grip of her hand in his and the warm night air on his face. He didn’t want to think about the things that he’d been obsessing over for months, only about the beautiful woman at his side.
They stepped up over a concrete beach wall, hopping down on the other side and landing in soft, cool sand. He thought he heard her laugh softly, and glanced overto see her head thrown back as she looked
“Me, either. But it sounds like an exciting life.”
“Not especially.” She smiled, thinking of the movie portrayals of hackers, all dressed in black with slick haircuts and shiny earrings, attending raves every night and talking the talk.
Some of that was true—there was a distinct “look” among her old set of friends—but the lifestyle wasn’t really all that glamorous or exciting. Sitting in front of a computer for hours—or days—on end wasn’t the stuff excitement was made of. Not unless you were into it.
“It’s just a life.” She took a swig of beer, looking at him over the top of the bottle. “So what about you?”
He shrugged. “I like most music, nothing in particular though. I go to outdoor concerts back home, but I have never really been to clubs or anything like that.” Except on raids, he thought quietly with a smile.
“Do you dance?”
“Sure, is that a hint?” His eyes sparkled and she almost retracted her question, but decided to let it stand. Why not?
“Well, this music is better than I thought—not the old ‘my-truck-broke-down-and-my-girlfriend-left-me-for-my-best-friend’ kind of thing. It has a beat.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me.” He smiled, standing as a new tune rocked the bar and more people crowded into the small joint. “Let’s go”
She looked hesitant for a moment, but took his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor. When they got there she seemed stiff and a little uncomfortable, but after a few minutes, she transformed before his eyes.
Moving like a sinuous wisp of smoke, her long, lithe body caught the beat of the music as her eyes closed and her arms raised above her head, the movements accentuating the line of her breasts and turning his mouth dry. He could hardly move for watching her.
Reaching out, he placed his hands on her trim waist, pulling her in a little closer, settling them into a rhythm together. She smiled and looked at him through heavy eyes, lowering her hands to his shoulders as the rocking music changed to something slower. Following his instincts, he gathered her in more closely, inhaling the scent of her. His body hardened, pressing intimately into hers, and he waited for her response, loosened his grip so she could move away.
She didn’t.
“Want to get out of here?” he whispered close to her ear. The feeling of her moving against him was driving him out of his mind.
“What did you have in mind?” When her cheek grazed his as she drew back to look into his eyes, it actually made him shiver.
“A walk on the beach?”
She waited a beat, as if considering, and he held his breath until she answered.
“Sure. That sounds nice.”
4
T HEY WALKED slowly, hands clasped, not daring to speak lest the spell be broken. At least, that’s how Logan felt, his blood slightly buzzing with alcohol, dancing and desire, his body burning to know what hers felt like, tasted like, inside and out.
How long had it been since he’d felt like this with a woman? Had he ever? Maybe once, a long time ago.
Inspired by Sarah, alcohol and a sense of freedom he hadn’t enjoyed in a good long time, Logan felt for this one minute like he really was on vacation. It wasn’t that his larger purpose for being here was fading, but there wasn’t much he could do right now, and he was captivated by Sarah. They turned toward the beach and he set his concerns aside for a moment. Logan shut out everything but the light grip of her hand in his and the warm night air on his face. He didn’t want to think about the things that he’d been obsessing over for months, only about the beautiful woman at his side.
They stepped up over a concrete beach wall, hopping down on the other side and landing in soft, cool sand. He thought he heard her laugh softly, and glanced overto see her head thrown back as she looked
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