Read Borrowed Wife for Free Online Page B

with thrilling reluctance.
     
    It was only as she looked
up with bewildered eyes that she saw several astonished bystanders, and by that
time Logan’s Jaguar was smoothly moving, saving her embarrassment.
    ‘Oh
dear,’ she murmured, and Logan threw his head back, laughing delightedly, the
tension easing from his shoulders.
    ‘Well,
they didn’t bend down to look more closely,’ he pointed out with a grin. His
silver glance lanced though her. ‘Do you still want to go on that boat trip?’
he asked softly.
    ‘Yes.’ He
was asking her if he had frightened her and she knew she should be wary but she
loved him too much for that. She had never felt like this before and Logan felt like it too. Nothing else mattered.
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    It
was a wonderful day. They went to look
at the boat that was moored by the old inn and Abigail look off her sandals and
climbed on board, eagerly inspecting everything. It was not a grand boat but it
was much bigger than she had expected. It was rocking slightly on the sunlit water
and she stood on the dock and breathed in the warm, honey-scented air.
    ‘It’s
marvellous!’ she proclaimed, and Logan look at her ruefully, his eyes making a
lightning foray over her entranced face.
    ‘You’re
the easiest girl in the world to please, Abigail,’ he assured her in amusement
as he leapt down to the river bank.
    She lost
some of her animation then, thinking that she detected a note of cynicism. She
felt embarrassed, as if she was behaving like a child, and the smile died on
her face.
    ‘I
suppose you’re used to more sophisticated women,’ she managed sharply, stifling
the hurt that rose at once. It felt as if he had rejected her, been bored with
her enthusiasm, and for a minute she was close to tears.
    ‘Very
sophisticated women,’ he mocked, his grey eyes inspecting her flushed face as
he looked up at her ‘They never show enthusiasm. This little boat would bore
them senseless.’
    Abigail’s
soft mouth drooped and she looked away from the taunting crystal eyes, the day
suddenly losing its glow.
     
    ‘I can’t
pretend,’ she confessed in a choked voice. ‘If I like something, I have to show
it. Perhaps, one day, I’ll be able to curb my childish excitement.’
    ‘Come
here, Abigail.’ The low, dark voice sent a shiver down her spine. It seemed to
teach right into the centre of her being and her wide green eyes met his
unhappily. ‘Collect your sandals and come here,’ he ordered softly, and she
picked up her sandals and stepped to the edge of the boat.
    He
reached for her, his hands spanning her tiny waist as he lifted her down, and
it was done so gently that Abigail felt pleasure run all through her. When she
bent in fasten her sandals, Logan held her arm, and as she straightened up his
hands cupped her flushed face and held it up to his.
    ‘You’re
beautiful,’ he said softly. His hands swept back her hair, his glance running
over the blade, shining strands. ‘You’re the sweetest girl in all the world and
if you were sophisticated, I would be bored senseless.’
    He
watched her for a minute, seeing the hurt die away, and Abigail was unable to
speak. Her heart was pounding at the look in his eyes and he bent his head to
hers, his cool lips brushing lightly over her mouth.
    ‘Let’s
eat,’ he said quietly as he lifted his head. He was unsmiling, unnaturally
still and the same feeling was surging between them that had been there before
in the car. He just turned her towards the inn, his arm coming possessively
round her waist, and Abigail held herself stiffly, scared that she would turn
to him and wind her arms around him. Her feelings were too strong to be
controlled and all she could do was pretend not to be there at all.
    ‘Don’t be
afraid of me, Abigail,’ he murmured gently, turning her towards him.
     
    ‘I’m
not,’ she managed, even though it was not really the truth.
    ‘I’ll
never let anything hurt you,’ he said, his breath warm against her