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you." Abruptly, his voice turned low and his
expression softened. "I could never lie to you."
    "Bullshit."
    Logan’s face whitened and he didn’t say a word. He
couldn’t.
    She poked a finger at him, her voice holding both warning and resentment.
"I don’t like being suckered into intimate conversation under false
pretenses."
    "I gave you no false pretense," he shot back as anger found its
way into his voice.
    "Stop lying."
    "I’m not lying," he said just as fiercely as she.
"If you’d calm down you might see that."
    "Don’t tell me to calm down."
    "There is no reason for you to be upset," he said seriously.
    "Oh, please. Get the sincerity out of your voice Logan. It might have
worked before but I’m on to you now."
    "I have no idea what you’re talking about."
    "I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am but you’ve
got me all wrong." She didn’t bat an eye at the couple that walked
past them, hand in hand, openly staring. She was honed in on him and nothing
was going to distract her. She was going to give him a piece of her mind and no
one was going to interrupt her. "I have standards and just because you’re
rich and good looking doesn’t mean—"
    He raised his hands, "Stop. For one God damn minute stop."
    "I don’t want to stop," she shouted.
    "I think you better before you say something you can’t take
back," his voice held a tight edge.
    "Trust me I won’t be taking anything back."
    "Amber—"
    "And to think I thought you were different. I thought you stood out
from the rest." She shook her head in disgust as she looked into the
wind. "What was I thinking? A connection my ass."
    He winced. "Don’t say that."
    "Do you know I wanted to… "
    "To what?" For a moment he felt
desperation take hold when she remained quiet. "Please finish the
sentence."
    Amber shook her head. "It doesn’t matter now."
    He closed his eyes briefly, drawing in a steady, deep breath. He needed to
hear what she was going to say. "Please finish the sentence."
    "I wanted to beg you to stay?" She said miserably. "When
you walked away it felt like you were taking a piece of me with you."
    He wanted to pull her in his arms and breathe a sigh of relief. "You
felt that?"
    She turned her head to him. "You mean you didn’t?"
    "Of course I did," he said earnestly.
    "My biggest fear was I’d never see you again…not—not
that you owned the place." She shook her head as if she still
couldn’t believe it. "You own The Pavilion ," she said under
her breath.
    Glancing at the row of storefronts, he dropped his head as he gathered his
thoughts. He moved his hand to the back of his neck, kneading the tight muscles
as he looked up at her. "This is not how I intended this to work. It
wasn’t supposed to be like this."
    "What, I figured out who you were too soon?" Anger found its way
back into her voice. "You thought you could string me along a little
longer?"
    "You’re interpreting it all wrong. I swear to you it’s not—"
    "You didn’t tell me who you are," she pointed out
unsympathetically.
    "I gave you my name."
    "Knowing damn well I wouldn’t recognize it." Her hand
found its way into her hair, pulling it aside to keep it out of her eyes.
"You are my boss. Why didn’t you tell me that you are my
boss?"
    "It’s not relevant."
    "Damn it, Logan. It’s relevant to me." Her eyes narrowed.
"I must have looked like a fool. I was so worried about blowing it in
front of Mr. Hendricks and you’re, you’re—"
    "And I was enjoying my time with you."
    She shook her head sadly as her anger turned to misery. "I sat there
for almost an hour telling you about me when you didn’t even want to
know."
    His entire disposition turned serious. "I want to know everything
about you. Don’t ever doubt that."
    Her hands fell to her sides. How could she argue when he looked at her like
that? "Am I fired?"
    "What? No, of course not." He let out
an exasperated breath. "Why are you so angry with me?"
    "You didn’t tell me you were my boss."
    He angled