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already busy keeping his ass alive.
    “And you think one night with me would be enough?”
    His brow arched as he longed to join in the play, the teasing, sensual challenge.
    “I’d make it enough.”
    Her laughter was as soft and sensual as the sultry summer night surrounding them.
    “One night with me would never be enough, Logan,” she promised him, surprised him. “Because whatever just exploded between us would rock both our worlds to the point that staying away from each other would be like sawing off a limb.”
    God, no woman should be so fucking intuitive.
    He already knew that. Knew it, and feared it to the depths of his soul.
    Adjusting the top of her gown to cover the full, firm globes of her breasts and smoothing her hands down her sides, she looked at him again from the corners of her eyes. “You started this, and you’ve opened a door I don’t think you can close. But you keep lying to yourself if you want to. Because I don’t think it’s something you can deny yourself now. We both want it until we’re ready to beg. But I’m willing to wait until you’ve gotten a clue and figured out how little you actually want a one-night stand.”
    He already knew. That was the problem.
    Watching her step from beneath the branches of the tree, Logan slowly followed, careful to keep her slight, delicate body sheltered from any prying eyes that might be watching.
    “Let me know when you’ve come to your senses.” Turning back to him, her gaze met his, and Logan only barely controlled the flinch.
    Now, in the sparse light that fell from the patio, he could see the living, breathing evidence of pure hunger.
    It raged in her eyes, at odds with the calm tone of her voice and careful restraint in her body. “And if you wait too long, you may lose far more than you even imagine.”
    And he had a damned good imagination.
    “Conceited, Skye?” he asked, forcing the mockery into his tone, because he knew it wasn’t conceit. It was pure confidence based on the explosive power of the pleasure that had surged between them.
    “Confident,” she echoed his thoughts. “Because I know I’ve never felt pleasure like I just felt in your arms. And I know for a fact you haven’t either.”
    His lips quirked knowingly, though that impression of knowing was the biggest lie of his life. “Sure of that, are you?”
    A light laugh drifted through the night. “As sure as I’ve ever been of anything.”
    Turning on her heel, she moved quickly through the side yard from his patio to her own.
    “And take care of that damned puppy,” she called from the door. “I don’t want to have to listen to her cry like that every night. It’s pitiful, Logan.”
    His gaze swung to the animal.
    Barely more than a handful of fluff and bones, the tiny pup huddled at the patio door, a soft whine filling the night. And breaking Logan’s heart.
    Turning away from her tore a piece of his soul out, just as another piece had been ripped from him when he’d been forced to let her go.
    The pup was too tiny, too delicate, to defend herself. The little scrap would be too friendly and too eager to please to ever realize the danger she could be in if hell came calling.
    He would give her food and water. He’d have his cousin Crowe put a small shelter at the corner of the patio for her and Logan promised himself he would attempt to get the neighbors to take her.
    He’d find her a home, because keeping her meant possibly watching her die.
    Just as he had before.
    Corbin County was his curse, Logan decided. Because it wasn’t just a damned pup he was risking, he was risking the most vital, passionate woman he had ever met.
    He never, ever took a lover from Corbin County, not even for one night. And he’d nearly broken that rule with Skye.
    And he knew, knew to the soles of his feet, that the killer that stalked them twelve years before was still out there, waiting, watching, and still, he’d touched her. Still he’d let the hunger for her rage