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“Hello.”
    “Danielle?”
    Logan had put him on the speaker. Holding the phone away from her ear, she pushed the words past her lips. “This is Dani.”
    “Tell him to leave, Danielle.”
    “Who?” A dial tone was the only response. “He hung up.”
    She put the phone back in the holder. It was just so very wrong to hear her dead husband’s voice. Unable to help it, she started shaking. Logan pulled her against his chest and wrapped muscled arms around her.
    “Did you hear? He sounds so much like Evan.”
    “I heard,” he said. “The voice is similar, but it isn’t Evan.”
    “I know.” She burrowed into his warmth. “But who is he? Who would sound like Evan?” Her eyes closed when his lips pressed down on her head.
    “I don’t know, but I won’t let him hurt you. You believe me, don’t you?”
    Dani nodded against his chest. “I believe you.” His hold on her was strong and soothing, and he smelled so damn good. A stirring of something she hadn’t felt since the last time Evan had held her took her by surprise, and she pushed away. “I-I need to start dinner.” It was only a natural response to the feel of a man’s body after two years of being alone, she told herself. It didn’t mean anything. He’d only meant to comfort her after the disturbing phone call.
    She put the steaks in the cast-iron skillet, popped the potatoes into the microwave, and refused to wonder who the hell the man claiming to be her husband was. He would not ruin her night—she wouldn’t allow it. Lighting the cognac on fire, Dani glanced at Logan to see if he was properly impressed. His eyes appreciatively followed her actions.
    Evan would have preferred hamburgers, but Logan appeared to savor every mouthful of her meal. Seeming to sense her need to forget about her stalker for a while, he listened as she talked about living in Asheville.
    “I haven’t eaten this good since the last time you cooked for me.” He pushed his plate away. “When was that?”
    “The night before you and Evan left for your last mission.” His eyes shuttered, and she regretted her words. She jumped up and grabbed their plates, putting them in the sink. “Do you want dessert now or later?”
    He rubbed his hand over his stomach. “Later, if at all.”
    “Hazelnut coffee, homemade chocolate Amaretto brownies, and vanilla-bean ice cream.”
    “A week here with you and I’ll be waddling like an overfed duck.”
    Dani leaned back against the sink and tried to imagine him fat and waddling. The picture refused to form. He stared back at her, their gazes held in some strange spell. Time seemed to stop. She recognized the heat in a man’s eyes and again felt herself responding. Then the fire in them faded. For the second time she thought she saw regret and wondered at it. What did he regret?
    He stood. “I think I’ll take a look around outside.”
    Nodding, she listened to the sound of his footsteps fading, the back door opening and then closing. After drying her hands, she walked into the dining room, peered out the French doors, and watched him walk down to the creek. He knelt and splashed cold spring water onto his face.
    She’d truly loved only one man in her life, but as much as she wished otherwise, Evan was gone forever. And here was Logan looking at her with heat in his eyes.
    “He wants me, Evan. How do you feel about that?”
    How do I feel about it?

CHAPTER FOUR

    L ogan stilled, the sense of being watched finally penetrating his lust-filled brain. He scanned the woods, his eyes drawn to the massive oak tree. Nothing moved, but someone was out there. He palmed a knife from his boot and stood, the cold creek water dripping down his face onto his shirt. With his other hand, he pulled his gun from his waistband and held it down at his side.
    At the edge of the woods, he stopped next to a tall pine tree, listened, and heard not a thing. Not good. At the very least, birds should be chirping, but it was eerily silent. Alert,