you drove like that all the way from Fort Worth, I’m surprised you didn’t get a ticket.”
“I got two,” she confessed, her hand moving upward to touch his cheek. “You are hurt.” Jenna began to cry.
“No, no, I’m not in pain.” He sought to assure her. “They gave me drugs.”
“Which you haven’t taken, have you?” While Logan battled with his own private demons, she laid her head in his lap. “I was so afraid, so scared. When I heard you’d been hurt in the fire, I nearly went crazy. If anything ever happened to you, I couldn’t go on.”
“Oh, yes you could.” His hand hovered over her head. “You shouldn’t have hurried home.” She was like a breath of fresh air for his soul, but he couldn’t let his guard down for even a second with her. Jenna was just too big of a temptation for him to resist. She’d never know how hard he’d fought to keep their relationship that of a brother or a sister, or an uncle and a niece. Shit, their age difference would make them closer to being father and daughter. But he couldn’t think of her that way – he had never felt paternal toward Jenna Travis. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he’d wanted her with every fiber of his being. But he didn’t intend to ruin her life just to make himself happy. He'd learned from Chief Hodgins mistakes.
“Of course I had to come. You’re my Logan.” She pressed her hand to his chest, finding comfort in how solid it was. “So you're really okay?”
“Yes,” he assured her. “Just a few burns. See?” He moved his shirt aside so she could inspect the small places that had been doctored and dressed.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she hugged him tight.
Seeing a scrape on her arm, he picked it up. “What happened?”
“Nothing, I just bumped up against something.”
“A fence?” Her evasive answer ticked him off. “What’s this I hear about you riding a bull? That’s the most insane thing I’ve ever hear of and I expressly forbid you to do it again!” His voice had raised with every word. By the time he was finished, Logan was shouting.
“Forbid?” Jenna raised one delicate eyebrow. “Only fathers and husbands can forbid and you, dear Logan, are neither.”
Logan growled. “I’m someone who cares about you and I’m telling you NO MORE BULLS! Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I hear you. I think people in the next county heard you.” She smiled at him sweetly. “And for the record, you’re the only man in the world I want to care about me.”
Logan steeled himself to her charm. “I’ll always be here for you. Whatever you need, Jenna, you know that.” Trying to reestablish boundaries was difficult.
“You know what my answer is.” She picked up his hand and kissed it, but he gently removed it from her grasp. “I told you the other day. I need you.” She sat back on her heels, her eyes still shimmering with tears.
“Jenna, that’s not possible.” Unable to keep his hand to himself, he pushed a lock of hair gently over her shoulder. “You have your life to live. You don’t need some older man taking up space in your world.”
“Older man?” Jenna rose up on her knees, bringing herself closer to him. “You’re not even forty. You’re in the prime of life. You’re perfect!”
“You’d feel differently after a few years.”
“I would not. I am an adult now, a fully grown woman.” She thrust out her breasts and Logan almost bit his tongue.
“You’re eighteen years younger than me – a lifetime.”
“You don’t get it do you? You’re my life.” A frown came to her pretty face. “Stop trying to push me away. Whatever our spirits are made of, ours is the same. We're meant to be, Logan.”
What else could he do? From his close vantage point, he could see her pulse at the base of her throat. He wanted to kiss her so badly he ached.
Since he didn’t answer, she continued to speak. “What I told you the other day is true. I want you. I’ve wanted you every
“I got two,” she confessed, her hand moving upward to touch his cheek. “You are hurt.” Jenna began to cry.
“No, no, I’m not in pain.” He sought to assure her. “They gave me drugs.”
“Which you haven’t taken, have you?” While Logan battled with his own private demons, she laid her head in his lap. “I was so afraid, so scared. When I heard you’d been hurt in the fire, I nearly went crazy. If anything ever happened to you, I couldn’t go on.”
“Oh, yes you could.” His hand hovered over her head. “You shouldn’t have hurried home.” She was like a breath of fresh air for his soul, but he couldn’t let his guard down for even a second with her. Jenna was just too big of a temptation for him to resist. She’d never know how hard he’d fought to keep their relationship that of a brother or a sister, or an uncle and a niece. Shit, their age difference would make them closer to being father and daughter. But he couldn’t think of her that way – he had never felt paternal toward Jenna Travis. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he’d wanted her with every fiber of his being. But he didn’t intend to ruin her life just to make himself happy. He'd learned from Chief Hodgins mistakes.
“Of course I had to come. You’re my Logan.” She pressed her hand to his chest, finding comfort in how solid it was. “So you're really okay?”
“Yes,” he assured her. “Just a few burns. See?” He moved his shirt aside so she could inspect the small places that had been doctored and dressed.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she hugged him tight.
Seeing a scrape on her arm, he picked it up. “What happened?”
“Nothing, I just bumped up against something.”
“A fence?” Her evasive answer ticked him off. “What’s this I hear about you riding a bull? That’s the most insane thing I’ve ever hear of and I expressly forbid you to do it again!” His voice had raised with every word. By the time he was finished, Logan was shouting.
“Forbid?” Jenna raised one delicate eyebrow. “Only fathers and husbands can forbid and you, dear Logan, are neither.”
Logan growled. “I’m someone who cares about you and I’m telling you NO MORE BULLS! Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I hear you. I think people in the next county heard you.” She smiled at him sweetly. “And for the record, you’re the only man in the world I want to care about me.”
Logan steeled himself to her charm. “I’ll always be here for you. Whatever you need, Jenna, you know that.” Trying to reestablish boundaries was difficult.
“You know what my answer is.” She picked up his hand and kissed it, but he gently removed it from her grasp. “I told you the other day. I need you.” She sat back on her heels, her eyes still shimmering with tears.
“Jenna, that’s not possible.” Unable to keep his hand to himself, he pushed a lock of hair gently over her shoulder. “You have your life to live. You don’t need some older man taking up space in your world.”
“Older man?” Jenna rose up on her knees, bringing herself closer to him. “You’re not even forty. You’re in the prime of life. You’re perfect!”
“You’d feel differently after a few years.”
“I would not. I am an adult now, a fully grown woman.” She thrust out her breasts and Logan almost bit his tongue.
“You’re eighteen years younger than me – a lifetime.”
“You don’t get it do you? You’re my life.” A frown came to her pretty face. “Stop trying to push me away. Whatever our spirits are made of, ours is the same. We're meant to be, Logan.”
What else could he do? From his close vantage point, he could see her pulse at the base of her throat. He wanted to kiss her so badly he ached.
Since he didn’t answer, she continued to speak. “What I told you the other day is true. I want you. I’ve wanted you every
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