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was…powerful, and it left me breathless.
    I wiped away the many inappropriate and vulgar thoughts that had filled my mind and tilted my head in his direction.
    “What about you? You seem in pretty good shape.” Finally, I could speak in complete sentences and without a stutter.
    He smirked. “Every morning. Although in the city, it was on a treadmill. This morning has been a very nice change.”
    I rolled my eyes. How long was he planning to keep this up?
    “Right well—” My foot caught in one of the many potholes in the beat up road and my body shot forward, arms flailing wildly.
    I knew what was coming, so I closed my eyes, scrunched my face, and waited for the impact.
    Strong arms caught me around the waist, but it was too late to stop my one leg from giving out and skidding across the pavement, shredding the skin on my knee.
    Logan’s grip never faltered and he slowly helped me up to a sitting position.
    “I’m fine.” I hissed, heat scorching my cheek. I was certain he was going to ask. I looked up, planning to deliver my best ‘seriously, I’m fine’ but the look of distress staring back at me left me frozen.
    Pretending I wasn’t hurt when his eyes were filled with genuine concern was impossible.
    Hesitantly I pulled my gaze away to focus on my knee. It was covered with dirt and oozing blood. I had a feeling I’d be picking pebbles out of it when I got home.
    “That looks bad.” He bent down to examine my wound; the muscles in his naked back flexed and glistened with a layer of sweat. He had to do more than simply jog in the morning to have a body like that.
    His clean, masculine scent filled my senses. He smelled exactly how I always imagined a real man was supposed to smell. Mark always sprayed on multiple layers of expensive cologne masking his natural scent.
    Completely mesmerized by his bronzed taut skin, I didn’t see him pull out his sleek black bottle.
    I winced, biting back the groan of pain when he began spraying the icy cold water over my wound. The liquid ran down my knee dulling the searing pain.
    “Thanks,” I mumbled, looking anywhere but in those captivating hazy-blue eyes.
    “You think you can walk back?” He asked, standing up. “You still have half a mile to go.”
    “I’ll be fine.” The thought of limping the whole way was disheartening, but what other choice did I have.
    That smug grin I’d seen earlier replaced his concerned expression and I couldn’t help returning a smile when he reached out and pulled me to my feet.
    I groaned as the pain ripped through my knee when the muscles pulled. My hands rubbed soothing circles around the area above the wound but it did little to help.
    “Hop on.”
    I looked up and saw Logan bent down facing away. He tilted his head back and smirked.
    “Come on, I’ll give you a lift.” His brows rose and he motioned his head for me to get on his back.
    “You can’t be serious!” I laughed nervously, waiting for him to stand back up laughing as well and telling me he of course he was kidding.
    “Get on, Cassandra.” His tone was something new. Not playful or even serious. Demanding, yet gentle.
    “Um…that’s not really necessary.” I choked out, stunned. The thought of wrapping my sweaty body around him was unthinkable.
    “You’ll either get on my back or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.” He stood and turned to face me, his expression gave nothing away. He was impossible to read.
    I stiffened. He wasn’t joking. “I don’t—” My voice cracked, nervous laughter caught in my throat.
    “All right then, over the shoulder it is.”
    Before I could say another word or attempt to run—not that I’d get very far—he had his arms around my waist and my body thrown over his shoulder like a firefighter. He sure could pass for one but I wasn’t in need of rescuing.
    Panic set in, my eyes wide in shock. “Put me down! I can walk!” I yelled pounding my fists on his back but he began walking blocking me out.
    My mouth