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responded and wished she hadn’t.
    “Don’t you?” There was a smile on his face. A cool, knowing smile that was completely maddening. And sexy as hell. Everything about Logan was sexy as hell. He was just an inch or two taller than her. She was five-nine and she liked being able to meet his eyes head-on, without looking up.
    She loved his shoulders. Always had. She loved watching him while he worked with his brother in the stable, worn cotton clinging to the sleek muscles underneath. She liked how he looked in a suit. An agent with the local DEA department, Logan was just as comfortable in a suit and tie as he was in denim and cotton. He spent a lot of his time undercover, which meant he spent more time in the casual clothes but he could wear a suit better than most of the male models Bo had met.
    He was better looking than most of them too. Hard, male looks instead of glossed up pretty-boy looks. Thick chestnut brown hair that curled just a little when he forgot to cut it, eyes the palest brown. When she’d first met him, he’d had dimples when he smiled but over the years those dimples had deepened to slashes that bracketed a mouth that wasn’t as hard as it looked.
    She ought to know. That one night had forever imprinted the memory of how that mouth felt. She realized she was staring at his mouth and she jerked her eyes away but not soon enough.
    He smiled a slow, lazy smile that seemed to say he knew exactly what she was thinking about. Blood rushed to her cheeks. Damn it.
    Bo had been dealing with her feelings for Logan for a long time and she knew damn well that if she let him in on how nervous she was, it would be that much worse. She took a deep, slow breath. Even if she was still blushing, she made herself look back at him and answer. “No, Logan. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    And it wasn’t a lie, not right now. The look in his eyes could make her forget her name, so recalling something he’d said thirty seconds ago was difficult.
    He didn’t push. He glanced around and nodded to her camera. “You’ve been sitting out here for a while. Something wrong?”
    Only an entire world of things , Bo thought but she didn’t say that. “Just thinking.” As she spoke, she lifted the camera and snapped a picture of him. He didn’t blink. Logan had been around her long enough to know that a camera in her hands rarely remained unused. She had hundreds of pictures of him. More than anybody else in her life, though she’d never let him know that.
    He was still smiling but the smile changed, grew sharper, almost icy. She suppressed a shiver and snapped another picture. “Thinking about your wedding?” he asked. His tone was silky smooth. If it wasn’t for that smile, she’d almost believe that he was just expressing casual interest.
    Yeah . Casual , my ass , she thought sourly. “Just thinking.”
    He urged Dervish a little closer, until they were practically knee to knee. He leaned in and said, “About what? You look so serious for a girl who ought to be riding high on the world right now.”
    Irritated, Bo tugged on Mist’s reins, guiding her mare a short distance away. “I’m just thinking ,” she repeated. “I’ve got an assignment coming up in Alaska, one in Japan, a wedding in two weeks and I’m still trying to keep an eye on my father. He still isn’t acting like himself and I’m worried. I’ve got a million things on my mind, okay?”
    If she thought Logan would let it go at that, she obviously didn’t know him very well, he figured. A million things on her mind wouldn’t make her look like that, not if she was happy. She had already looked miserable but when he’d mentioned the wedding, her eyes had gotten darker and her mouth flattened out into an unsmiling line. She had a pinched, pale look that made him think that maybe Bo had as many doubts about her upcoming wedding as he did.
    “So are you nervous?”
    Those pretty gray eyes narrowed and Bo drawled sarcastically,