and his godson’s mother. He saw Emma , and once he had seen her, he couldn’t un see her.
That trip was supposed to last three days, but he cut it short and left because of a late-night incident in the kitchen after Drew had gone to bed on the second night.
“How old were you?” Drew’s voice popped the memory bubble Logan had been floating in.
He hadn’t heard a word Drew had said. “What?”
“When you had your first girlfriend? How old were you?” Drew repeated as if Logan were a few cards short of a full deck.
“Oh.” He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He’d had sex for the first time when he was fourteen, but that hadn’t been with a girlfriend. Just a girl who’d lived at the trailer park they’d grown up in. She was five years older than he was and had come back home from college over the summer. What had started as her stopping by to give her condolences for his mom had ended in his losing his virginity.
They’d continued hooking up that entire summer until she left again for college. After that, there had been a pretty steady stream of your basic, garden-variety hookups in his life. He’d never technically been in a “relationship.” Never had an official girlfriend. Never told a woman that he loved her, because he’d never been in love. He didn’t even believe in love—at least, not for himself. He was pretty sure he hadn’t been born with whatever gene allowed people to feel that emotion.
There was no way in hell he was going to attempt to explain that to the kid, who was obviously impressionable and trying to figure things out. “I was fourteen.”
“What was her name?”
“Kayla.”
“How did you—”
Drew’s question was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“I think your mom’s here.” Logan removed the patties from the grill and set them on the plate. Then he headed inside, following Drew, who was already pulling the front door open.
“Hey, buddy! I missed you!” Emma wrapped her arms around her son.
Yellow and orange rays from the sun, which was setting behind Emma, framed her with an angelic glow. Logan had heard of déjà vu, but he’d never experienced it until now. Just like years earlier, he saw an angel on earth standing right in front of him.
Drew hugged his mom back. “I missed you, too.”
When she lifted her head, her eyes locked with Logan’s and his chest constricted. She was so damn beautiful.
“Hi.” She waved awkwardly as Drew stepped back.
“Hi.”
Unlike five years prior, Emma wasn’t wearing cut-off shorts and a tank top. Today, she was wearing a white button-up shirt, a tight, black skirt that ended just below her knee, and red heels that showcased her toned calves. All put together, it gave Logan the overwhelming desire to lick her from ankle to knee.
Trying to shake off that totally inappropriate urge, Logan reached around Drew and grabbed her two suitcases. “Come in. Here. Let me take those.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks.” Emma nodded as she entered the house and stood beside her son. “Something smells good.”
“It’s hamburgers.” Drew pointed to the plate Logan had set down on his way to the door.
“Dinner’s almost done. Are you hungry?”
“Starved,” Emma moaned.
The sultry sound shot straight to Logan’s groin. Even though she hadn’t meant the sound as anything sexual, his body had other ideas.
“All I’ve had today was peanuts, Diet Coke, and Doritos.”
“Let me take these to your room and we can eat.” Turning down the hall, Logan was hoping to take the small reprieve to get his body under control before its response to Emma became glaringly obvious.
When he heard the distinct sound of her heels following behind him, he realized that wasn’t going to happen.
“Would it be okay if I freshen up and change before I eat? I’ve been in these clothes since yesterday morning.”
“Sure.” Logan flipped the light switch and set both suitcases inside the door to the room at the end of the hall.
That trip was supposed to last three days, but he cut it short and left because of a late-night incident in the kitchen after Drew had gone to bed on the second night.
“How old were you?” Drew’s voice popped the memory bubble Logan had been floating in.
He hadn’t heard a word Drew had said. “What?”
“When you had your first girlfriend? How old were you?” Drew repeated as if Logan were a few cards short of a full deck.
“Oh.” He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He’d had sex for the first time when he was fourteen, but that hadn’t been with a girlfriend. Just a girl who’d lived at the trailer park they’d grown up in. She was five years older than he was and had come back home from college over the summer. What had started as her stopping by to give her condolences for his mom had ended in his losing his virginity.
They’d continued hooking up that entire summer until she left again for college. After that, there had been a pretty steady stream of your basic, garden-variety hookups in his life. He’d never technically been in a “relationship.” Never had an official girlfriend. Never told a woman that he loved her, because he’d never been in love. He didn’t even believe in love—at least, not for himself. He was pretty sure he hadn’t been born with whatever gene allowed people to feel that emotion.
There was no way in hell he was going to attempt to explain that to the kid, who was obviously impressionable and trying to figure things out. “I was fourteen.”
“What was her name?”
“Kayla.”
“How did you—”
Drew’s question was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“I think your mom’s here.” Logan removed the patties from the grill and set them on the plate. Then he headed inside, following Drew, who was already pulling the front door open.
“Hey, buddy! I missed you!” Emma wrapped her arms around her son.
Yellow and orange rays from the sun, which was setting behind Emma, framed her with an angelic glow. Logan had heard of déjà vu, but he’d never experienced it until now. Just like years earlier, he saw an angel on earth standing right in front of him.
Drew hugged his mom back. “I missed you, too.”
When she lifted her head, her eyes locked with Logan’s and his chest constricted. She was so damn beautiful.
“Hi.” She waved awkwardly as Drew stepped back.
“Hi.”
Unlike five years prior, Emma wasn’t wearing cut-off shorts and a tank top. Today, she was wearing a white button-up shirt, a tight, black skirt that ended just below her knee, and red heels that showcased her toned calves. All put together, it gave Logan the overwhelming desire to lick her from ankle to knee.
Trying to shake off that totally inappropriate urge, Logan reached around Drew and grabbed her two suitcases. “Come in. Here. Let me take those.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks.” Emma nodded as she entered the house and stood beside her son. “Something smells good.”
“It’s hamburgers.” Drew pointed to the plate Logan had set down on his way to the door.
“Dinner’s almost done. Are you hungry?”
“Starved,” Emma moaned.
The sultry sound shot straight to Logan’s groin. Even though she hadn’t meant the sound as anything sexual, his body had other ideas.
“All I’ve had today was peanuts, Diet Coke, and Doritos.”
“Let me take these to your room and we can eat.” Turning down the hall, Logan was hoping to take the small reprieve to get his body under control before its response to Emma became glaringly obvious.
When he heard the distinct sound of her heels following behind him, he realized that wasn’t going to happen.
“Would it be okay if I freshen up and change before I eat? I’ve been in these clothes since yesterday morning.”
“Sure.” Logan flipped the light switch and set both suitcases inside the door to the room at the end of the hall.
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