Page 91 of Tattered (Lark Cove 1)

Without hiding his disappointment, he kissed my head, let me go and rolled out of bed. As he walked to the bathroom, the muscles of his back and shoulders were bunched. His hands were in fists.

Goddamn it. I hadn’t meant to hurt him with my knee-jerk reaction.

We were there? We’d been together for such a short time. Were we at I love you?

He’d told me last week that he was falling for me. I’d fallen for him too. And as much as I wanted to hear those three little words in his deep voice, I wasn’t ready.

I love you meant making decisions about the future. It meant changing names and talking babies.

I love you meant me and Charlie would need to move.

After Logan had talked to me the other night about his decision to go to law school, I had a better understanding of why he worked so hard.

He loved it.

His drive to succeed was stronger than I’d ever seen. And in a way, I think he was still trying to prove himself to his family. He was showing them that even though he hadn’t gone the route everyone had expected, he was still worthy of taking over as head of the family.

Logan thrived on challenges and responsibilities. Achievement fueled him. But I knew after four days that I couldn’t compete with it all. He needed his career, one he wouldn’t find in Montana.

The shower in the bathroom turned on and I sat up, knowing I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. I went to Logan’s closet and pulled out some clothes from my suitcase. Dressed, I headed downstairs and peeked in Charlie’s room to see she was still zonked out. Then I went to the kitchen for coffee.

The first morning I’d been here, I’d offered to make Logan breakfast, but then Sean had arrived with a breakfast sandwich in hand and whisked Logan away to the firm. Monday was their early morning catch-up meeting.

The morning after that, I hadn’t offered breakfast, but I’d made him coffee. He took two sips before Piper, his assistant from the foundation, showed up with a special latte and his favorite bagel. Tuesday was their meeting day because Logan filled every moment, even those commuting to and from the office, with work.

Yesterday, Wednesday, I’d woken up alone in bed. I’d come downstairs to find Logan emerging from the penthouse gym. He’d come out shirtless with his muscles bulging and glistening with sweat. I’d almost pounced on him until Yuri, his personal trainer, had followed behind carrying a protein shake.

Now it was Thursday and I had no idea who would be his first appointment of the day.

Probably another assistant.

Not long after I sat down at the extended island in the kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Logan came down the hall, fixing a cufflink.

God, he was sexy. The suits he wore to work every morning were drool-worthy. Every angle and every line were perfect. Today’s was a solid black three-piece with a crisp white shirt under a fitted vest. His golden tie matched his pocket scarf.

And here I was in five-dollar gray leggings and an oversized peach sweatshirt I’d bought when I’d been pregnant.

“Want some coffee?” I asked.

“Don’t get up. I’ve got it.”

I soaked him in as he poured a cup. “No personal assistants this morning?”

He looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Thursdays I normally go into work early and meet with my assistant there. But I’m going to be late today because someone hit the snooze button three times.”

I smiled. When his alarm had gone off, I’d climbed on top of him, taking advantage of his morning erection and hitting snooze until we’d both come together and collapsed in a sweaty heap. “That was a good twenty-seven minutes.”

He set down his coffee and came around the bar, spinning my chair so he could stand between my legs. “Guaranteed the best meeting I’ll have all day.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him tight and breathing in his cologne. He seemed to have shrugged off his disappointment from earlier, which was a relief. I didn’t want our last couple of days together to be strained. Who knew when he’d have time to come back to Montana for a visit, and I’d need a long break before considering another trip to the city.

At least a year. Maybe two.

“I was thinking we could go out to dinner tonight.” He toyed with the ends of my ponytail. “I’d like to take you and Charlie to my favorite restaurant.”

“Sounds good.”

“You’ll want a cocktail dress. Maybe while you’re out shopping for your gown today, you can pick up something for you and Charlie to wear tonight.”