his
chest. I relaxed in his arms, reminding myself that what we had was
different. He wasn't Jason. Love with Logan wasn't black and white.
All or nothing.
Love with Logan was freedom.
"Any man that ever made you feel anything short of
incredible is out of his mind."
He fisted my hair and I arched into him, our lips
colliding. There was no breaking for air, no concern for anything
but discovering how many kisses it would take to make the world
fade away.
His cell jingled over on the couch and he paused the
onslaught, giving me one final peck before he made his way to his
phone. Sensing the huff that was descending on me, he threw me a
smile over his shoulder. "Normally, I wouldn't answer, but I'm
playing friendly with Delilah. It could be about the baby." He
picked it up, frowning at the screen. "It's not me. Must be
you."
"Me?" I said, making a face as I joined him in the
living room, swiping my purse. I dug into the side pocket I kept my
phone in. A three-letter word had my heart thudding in my
chest.
'Dad'.
We hadn't talked since the blowup at
the office. Not that I expected him to approach me. I knew my dad.
He'd bide his time, making me second guess and stew in my anger
until it was a black hole inside of me. Then I'd be left with guilt
and remorse, and I'd end up apologizing. The whole song and dance
usually took weeks, not days. And this was a first. He was
calling me .
I accepted it, a smile hiding behind my lips. Maybe
the outburst in the office was what we needed. Maybe he was finally
starting to see that I needed a father, not a boss.
"Hey Dad!"
"Melissa, can you tell me why our phone lines have
been clogged with calls from the press? Something about you
stealing the boyfriend of some actress?"
The smile disintegrated. "Let me explain-"
"Oh, this should be good." His voice was brusque.
Callous and unfeeling, as usual. "What have you gotten yourself
into?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Logan
"Still pouting?"
I knew the answer. If I could have my way, we'd be in
bed. Those big blue eyes would be wondering what kinky thing I had
in store. Her long blonde hair would be like a wild halo; the sun
streaming in golden, just like her skin. Instead, we were on the
road just outside of Sacramento.
From the way Melissa had completely shut down last
night, I had a feeling her father had made some sort of ultimatum,
ordering her home as soon as possible. She had barely said a word
the rest of the night. She only took a couple of bites of her
sandwich before she retreated to the bedroom.
She didn't have to say the words, but I knew she
needed the space, so I backed off and attended to my business.
Checked the earnings reports, eyed potential investments. When I
went back in the bedroom where she was tossing and turning, face
twisted with a struggle she couldn't escape in her dreams, I
rescheduled my meetings the following day. I slid into bed beside
her and I held her. I tried to cherish the moments. The way she
leaned into me like she couldn't get enough of my touch. I knew she
wouldn't be happy with me in the morning when I told her a car
would be taking us to Sacramento so she could iron things out with
her father.
After she spent the better part of the morning hours
telling me she didn't want to see him, then relenting slightly and
telling me she'd see him, but alone, she'd finally conceded
altogether. She warned that I'd see with my own eyes how she and
her father were like oil and water.
Other than a 'no' when I asked her
if she wanted to stop for coffee and a 'whatever' when I got her a
mocha that she begrudgingly drank, we did very little talking. But
as the miles between us and our final destination became fewer, she
started fidgeting.
"I can have Mike pull over so you can stretch your
legs if you'd like."
"It's an hour and forty-five minute
drive, Logan," she fired back. "Not a cross country road
trip."
The Dom in me wanted nothing more than to get the
driver to roll up the partition and spank her for