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waiting,
Abigail.’
    She
couldn’t sleep. It was all like a dream. Her father had still been in his study
and she had simply poppet her head round the door and said goodnight, thankful
that it had not dawned on him that a car had pulled away from the house, that
it had obviously not been hers. He hardly glanced at her but she didn’t care.
Her heart and mind were singing — Logan. Logan. Tomorrow she would see him
again and this time it would be different.
    He was waiting as she got
off the train the next day and his face lit up at the sight of her. His glance
flared over her and she knew that she looked nice. Her summer skirt- was dark
green, the same colour as the sleeveless blouse. She wore, and her tiny waist
was encircled by a golden belt to make it more dressed up. She wore high-heeled
gold sandals and Logan laughed as his eyes moved over her slender legs and saw
her foot gear.
    ‘I see we’re not walking,’
he murmured in amusement, and Abigail found it possible to laugh too, for the
first feeling almost an equal.
    She dived into her shoulder
bag and brought out flat sandals, dangling them in front of him.
    ‘I’m prepared for
anything,’ she pronounced gaily.
    ‘Are you?’ He looked at her
steadily for a second and her face flushed softly before he took pity on her
and held out his hand. ‘Let’s go,’ he ordered quietly. ‘I suppose I’ll have to
get you in early tonight. Tomorrow is a work day. We’ll start now so as not to
miss a minute.’
    It was exhilarating and she
snuggled into his car, turning to him eagerly.
    ‘Where are we going?’ She
looked so bright-eyed, so beguiling that Logan stared at her for a second
before answering.
    ‘On the river, I’ve got a
boat moored by a small inn not too many miles away. We’ll go there and eat and
then we’ll sail away into the distance.’
    Abigail could have hugged
herself with excitement and he glanced at her, his mouth twisting in amusement.
    ‘I don’t expert you’ve been
on a boat before.’
    ‘Not on the Thames,’ she agreed. She tossed her head proudly. ‘I’ve been on a cruise, though. I’ve been
to Jamaica and cruised round the Caribbean.’
    ‘Oh! Big stuff,’ he mocked
softly ‘There’s nothing so exciting to offer here. There may be the odd duck
but nothing to contend with such sophistication.’
    ‘You—’ Abigail pouted ‘—are
laughing at me.’
     
     
    ‘It seems
to be a good idea,’ he confessed quietly. You look like an enchanted princess.
Laughter is a very safe emotion. I think we’ll laugh all day.’
    That
succeeded in wiping any amusement from Abigail’s face because she knew what he
meant. He devoured her with his eyes as she had stepped off the train and now
there was an atmosphere crackling between them, frightening and thrilling. She
wanted him to touch her again; she wanted it so badly that her heart began to
beat with a new cadence, and he knew. It was there in the stillness of his
face, in the tight grip head on the wheel.
    ‘I’m
sorry,’ she whispered.
    ‘Can you
help it?’ he asked darkly, not even pretending that he didn’t know what she
meant.
    ‘No.’ she
couldn’t help it. She wanted Logan to love her, to make love to her. She had
felt like that for days and it was hurting.
    ‘Neither
can I.’ he confessed quietly. ‘Maybe this should be our last outing.
    His words
were so unexpected that Abigail caught her breath, her flushed cheeks going
white.
    ‘Don’t
leave me, Logan,’ she whispered despairingly. His head shot round and as he saw
the pallor of her face he pulled into the side of the busy road, reaching for
her and crushing her against him.
    ‘God! I
can’t!’ he muttered hoarsely. His head bent and his lips caught hers almost
violently, the intensity of the kiss sending liquid fire through her veins, and
instantly her lips parted beneath his, her innocent surrender making him
tighten his grip for a second.
    ‘Not
here,’ he said huskily, putting her away from him