light and plowed
his SUV into their car. The drunk driver walked away without a scratch. My parents
didn’t.”
In spite of the lingering rigidity of his limbs, Jessica melted around him. She tucked
her face into the side of his neck. The smell of her hair was indescribably comforting.
“So one night, you went to sleep,” Jessica murmured, “and when you woke up, your whole
world had changed.”
A faint smile tugged at Logan’s mouth. “Not exactly a mystery where my insomnia comes
from, is it? Unfortunately, knowing the rational cause of the problem has not helped
me to solve it. Until…”
Jessica raised her head, meeting his gaze. “Until?”
“Until you.” Logan struggled with the words for a moment, fighting the sensation of
stripping himself bare. “The evidence doesn’t lie. I sleep better when you’re around.
You make me feel like it’s safe to close my eyes. Because I know you’ll be there when
I wake up.”
With a shuddery breath, Jessica surged up to press her mouth to his. Logan locked
his arms around her shoulders and rolled her beneath him, needy hunger rising like
fire in his blood.
Logan squeezed his eyes shut and lost himself in the warmth and closeness of her body’s
soft, supple welcome—and tried to forget that Jessica had made no promises to stay
with him forever.
Chapter 7
Over the next week, Jessica only caught Logan trying to hack into her phone to check
his e-mail once, and it seemed like more of a reflex than anything else. To her surprise,
he mostly entered into the spirit of the island and did his best to relax. The frequent,
athletic lovemaking probably helped with that.
Also, Logan asked Jessica a new question every day. From her first time—high school
boyfriend after prom, sweet and fun, if not earth-shattering—to her dreams for the
future. Apparently, he’d never quite understood what someone as smart, dedicated and
ambitious as Jessica Bell was doing working as a personal assistant.
She was glad to be able to tell him his instincts weren’t wrong. When Miles hired
her, he’d basically promised that if she put in her time learning the R&D division’s
workings from the unique vantage point of Logan’s lab, she’d be on track to run the
entire division one day.
“Not that I’m in a rush,” she’d told Logan on day five, breathless and still glowing
from the aftereffects of yet another of his devastating assaults on her senses. “Working
with you has been surprisingly rewarding.”
Looking smug, Logan stretched luxuriously until his vertebrae popped. “Of course it
has. I told you we’d be explosive together.”
Jessica only smiled at him with what she knew was a ridiculous amount of fondness.
She was tempted to take him down a peg about his sexual prowess, even if she’d be
lying. But she didn’t want to risk putting any distance between them, even with playful
teasing. She sensed that Logan was connecting with her more deeply than he had with
anyone in a long time.
He’d learned early on to turn inward, to retreat from the world and the expectations
of the people around him, into his own head. He’d even retreated from his family.
And now here she was spending every waking moment growing closer to him.
Since that first day on the island, they’d barely left the cottage. Jessica felt guilty
about it—she ought to be encouraging Logan into the fresh air, playing on his love
of swimming to get him down to the beach for some exercise. But every morning she
woke to find Logan propped up on one arm, watching and waiting impatiently for the
moment he could drag her out of the bed—at least she’d managed to stick to that rule—and
pounce.
So it’s not like we aren’t getting any exercise at all , Jessica consoled herself as she seeded bell peppers and chopped cucumbers for a
salad on the evening of their seventh day on the island.
The rules she’d implemented to
his SUV into their car. The drunk driver walked away without a scratch. My parents
didn’t.”
In spite of the lingering rigidity of his limbs, Jessica melted around him. She tucked
her face into the side of his neck. The smell of her hair was indescribably comforting.
“So one night, you went to sleep,” Jessica murmured, “and when you woke up, your whole
world had changed.”
A faint smile tugged at Logan’s mouth. “Not exactly a mystery where my insomnia comes
from, is it? Unfortunately, knowing the rational cause of the problem has not helped
me to solve it. Until…”
Jessica raised her head, meeting his gaze. “Until?”
“Until you.” Logan struggled with the words for a moment, fighting the sensation of
stripping himself bare. “The evidence doesn’t lie. I sleep better when you’re around.
You make me feel like it’s safe to close my eyes. Because I know you’ll be there when
I wake up.”
With a shuddery breath, Jessica surged up to press her mouth to his. Logan locked
his arms around her shoulders and rolled her beneath him, needy hunger rising like
fire in his blood.
Logan squeezed his eyes shut and lost himself in the warmth and closeness of her body’s
soft, supple welcome—and tried to forget that Jessica had made no promises to stay
with him forever.
Chapter 7
Over the next week, Jessica only caught Logan trying to hack into her phone to check
his e-mail once, and it seemed like more of a reflex than anything else. To her surprise,
he mostly entered into the spirit of the island and did his best to relax. The frequent,
athletic lovemaking probably helped with that.
Also, Logan asked Jessica a new question every day. From her first time—high school
boyfriend after prom, sweet and fun, if not earth-shattering—to her dreams for the
future. Apparently, he’d never quite understood what someone as smart, dedicated and
ambitious as Jessica Bell was doing working as a personal assistant.
She was glad to be able to tell him his instincts weren’t wrong. When Miles hired
her, he’d basically promised that if she put in her time learning the R&D division’s
workings from the unique vantage point of Logan’s lab, she’d be on track to run the
entire division one day.
“Not that I’m in a rush,” she’d told Logan on day five, breathless and still glowing
from the aftereffects of yet another of his devastating assaults on her senses. “Working
with you has been surprisingly rewarding.”
Looking smug, Logan stretched luxuriously until his vertebrae popped. “Of course it
has. I told you we’d be explosive together.”
Jessica only smiled at him with what she knew was a ridiculous amount of fondness.
She was tempted to take him down a peg about his sexual prowess, even if she’d be
lying. But she didn’t want to risk putting any distance between them, even with playful
teasing. She sensed that Logan was connecting with her more deeply than he had with
anyone in a long time.
He’d learned early on to turn inward, to retreat from the world and the expectations
of the people around him, into his own head. He’d even retreated from his family.
And now here she was spending every waking moment growing closer to him.
Since that first day on the island, they’d barely left the cottage. Jessica felt guilty
about it—she ought to be encouraging Logan into the fresh air, playing on his love
of swimming to get him down to the beach for some exercise. But every morning she
woke to find Logan propped up on one arm, watching and waiting impatiently for the
moment he could drag her out of the bed—at least she’d managed to stick to that rule—and
pounce.
So it’s not like we aren’t getting any exercise at all , Jessica consoled herself as she seeded bell peppers and chopped cucumbers for a
salad on the evening of their seventh day on the island.
The rules she’d implemented to
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