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rested inches from his skin and his scent assaulted my nostrils at full force. Focus, Cassandra, Focus!
    Logan continued in a smooth and slow pace. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much to rush.
    “You always this stubborn?” he asked, finally breaking the long silence.
    “Pretty much,” I mumbled through gritted teeth. My body had fallen limp in his arms, slung over his shoulder like a piece of meat. If only he had a cave to drag me into and ravish me until I forgot all about this humiliating stunt.
    Where the hell did that come from? There was something about this guy that was so enticing and I knew that was a bad sign.
    He chuckled once. “Thought so.”
    When we reached my house, I sighed. Finally.
    He carried me up my driveway to my front porch.
    I waited for him to sit me down but he didn’t move. He just stood there, thinking or something. My body stiffened. I didn’t like the idea of him thinking right now. I only wanted to run inside and slam the door in his face, nothing else, no matter how much my body might disagree.
    Looking back to see what he was doing, I gasped. He was blatantly staring at my ass that happened to be inches from his face. His searing breath hit the bare skin of my rear that peaked out from under my tiny shorts that were once again riding up.
    “Put me down, you pig!” I yelled and smacked him on the back of his head.
    He laughed, a deep guttural laugh, his entire body pulsating, bouncing me up and down with the rhythm.
    Once back on my feet, I straightened my shoulders, narrowing my eyes and pursing my lips.
    “You should clean up that knee,” he said ignoring my look of disdain. All amusement was gone from his voice but his eyes still danced with delight. “Hate to see those sweet long legs get an infection.”
    I rolled my eyes for the twentieth time this morning. What the hell was happening to me? I looked away and muttered, “Whatever. Thanks for the lift, I guess.”
    He turned around and headed down the driveway without another word.
    Inhaling a deep, much needed breath that was not accompanied by Logan’s delicious unfamiliar scent, I let it out just as I heard him call out.
     “Thanks for the view this morning, sweetheart. It was magnificent.”
    I looked over to see him standing at the end of the drive, smirking. I was getting used to that look.
    Yeah, he was definitely behind me too long on my jog.
    Never again.
    From now on, I’d run in the evening.
     
     

Chapter Three
    Oliver
     
    A fter showering and bandaging my knee I spent the remainder of the day inside, blasting my favorite tunes to help block out the commotion going on next door.
    Without any air conditioning, I was forced to open the windows in order to survive the intense heat wave that decided to hit right after lunch. I managed to remain busy to keep from replaying the morning events.
    I dusted, vacuumed, and started a load of wash before climbing the tiny ladder in the hall ceiling to pull down more of my grandparents’ treasures tucked away in the attic.
    When I first moved in, Hilary helped me empty most of the old furnishings to make way for newer items more to my taste. It hurt to watch the house slowly empty but I kept some of their art and knickknacks, and had yet to replace the curtains in a few of the rooms. It was beginning to feel more like home with the love of my grandparents built into the walls, wrapping me in a warm embrace.
    After my grandfather died four years earlier, my grandmother slowly faded away. His death was unbearable for her to deal with. It didn’t help matters that her only child—my father—disappeared years ago and didn’t bother to show up for the funeral.
    Every year my father sent me a birthday card with a hundred dollar bill and no return address. That was until my eighteenth birthday when the card not only had an address on the outside but it also had a phone number written under his usual closing, ‘love you always, Daddy.’
    I never called, but like the