More Than Fiends by Maureen Child Page A

Now, how about dinner?”
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œYou and me,” he said and walked across the kitchen, stepping over Sugar, who’d given up on pacing because it was way too much like exercise. He stopped right in front of me, and I have to say, he smelled just as good as he looked.
    It had been sixteen years since the last time he touched me, and at the moment, all I could think of was, I’m a lot hornier now than I was then. God help me, Logan was even better looking now than he had been then. Which was really saying something, believe me.
    Recipe for disaster.
    â€œWhat do you say?” he asked and reached out to tweak a lock of my hair. “We could go to Tully’s. Get a pizza.”
    Sure. Tully’s on the pier. Just where we spent most of that summer. What? Were we going back in time? Was he trying to rekindle things? Or start a brand-new fire?
    And why was I hesitating? The truth was, it had been a long time since I’d had a fire anywhere near me. The way I remembered it, Logan had a real knack for fires.
    Plus, we were both grown-ups—well, he was, anyway—and neither one of us was involved and—
    â€œGod!” I shrieked, pushed his hand away and slithered to one side, scooting past him closely enough that I could actually feel his Mr. Happy all hard and eager in his jeans. “How do you do that? We’re fighting one minute, and the next minute, we’re…not.”
    His hand fell to his side, and he shrugged and gave me a grin that made my knees feel all slippery. “Worth a shot. You look really good, Cassie. I’ve missed you.”
    â€œBe honest. Until you moved back to town, you hadn’t given me a single thought in sixteen years.”
    He shrugged again, and I watched, fascinated, as his chest muscles clenched and released. Man. He was seriously getting to me.
    â€œI thought about you, Cassie.” His gaze moved over me slowly, and I almost believed him. “Then, when things got so bad with Misty, I started thinking about you even more. Remembering how much fun we had together. How good we were together.”
    â€œI was a kid,” I managed to squeak.
    â€œDidn’t feel like a kid to me,” he said, and now his voice was so soft it was like a caress. “Now I find out you’re the mother of my child.”
    â€œAnd this makes you horny?”
    â€œI’m a guy.” He grinned. “I was born horny.”
    â€œWell, don’t I feel special.”
    He sighed. “I’m still pissed about you hiding Thea from me—”
    â€œI wasn’t hiding her,” I argued. “She’s been right here. Living out in the open and going to school and everything.”
    â€œYou know what I mean,” he said. “Anyway, I want you to know I’m still pissed about that, but damn, Cassie, it’s so good to see you again.”
    Something inside me did a quick little hop and skip. Hey, so shoot me! I can’t help it if it felt good to have Logan giving me that hot and sexy look again.
    â€œThere never was anyone like you, you know?”
    My mouth went dry, and my brain short-circuited. But I defy any living, breathing female to think when that close to Logan Miller. Back when I was a kid, he’d been able to turn me into a molten puddle of goo, just watching him stride in from the ocean, water sluicing off his tanned, completely cut body.
    But I wasn’t sixteen anymore. I couldn’t just give in to my hormones, no matter how much I wanted to at the moment. There was Thea to think about and how Logan showing up was going to change everything.
    â€œLogan…”
    â€œC’mon, Cassie,” he said and lifted one black eyebrow again. “A pizza at Tully’s. For old time’s sake.”
    Tempting.
    If I’m gonna be honest, it was way more than tempting. It was übertempting. But the plain, ugly truth was, the last time I’d been tempted by Logan, I