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former pro-football star probably well knew his way around ladies’ underwear.
    Logan cast a glance to the rack of lace next to him, then returned his gaze to her, one brow raised. “How does Redemption’s underwear shopping compare to Denver’s?”
    She so wasn’t answering that. He was teasing her.
    Baiting her. Well, jock-star, she wasn’t rising to it. “What are you doing here?” she asked again.
    “ I live here.”
    She’d already figured that out, but, even before seeing him at the meeting this morning, she might have read in some sports magazine that just happened to be left in the staff lounge that he’d retired last year after a broken leg had sidelined him the previous year.
    Her heartbeat continued a steady thump against her ribcage. Sharing the same space, as public as it might be, with Logan Hastings, felt too private. Unlike at the town council meeting with board members and several community members present, here it was just the two of them. Her internal warning system must be out to lunch because it should have been tamping down the physical reaction her body had to him. It should have been telling her body to run, not simultaneously kicking up her heartbeat and internal temperature. She bit her lip.
    “Give me your phone.”
    “What? No.”
    “Hand it over, Rachel.”
    She scowled at him. Her phone was her lifeline. It was never far from her grasp. And, besides, she didn’t trust Logan.
    “Come on I don’t have all day.” He held out his hand, gesturing with his fingers.
    She bit back the retort on the tip of her tongue but fumbled in her pocket for her Blackberry. She still didn’t pass it to him. Like passing it over was giving in to something she didn’t quite want to, even though she didn’t know exactly what that something was.
    “Give it.”
    She hesitated. He eyed her steadily. At last she dropped the phone onto his palm, not touching him.
    He punched in a few numbers, hit send, waited a beat
    then hit ‘end’ and handed it back to her. He patted the pocket of his shorts. “Now I have your number. Since we’re partners. ”
    He said it like it was the worst possible fate. Well,
    buddy, on that one thing we both agree. Silence fell around them. She pocketed her phone.
    Beethoven announced Molly’s return. “Oh, hey, Logan. I didn’t know you were here.” Molly shot a loaded look to Rachel who shrugged. “Can I help you find something?”
    “Nope. Already found what I came for.”
    What was that supposed to mean?
    “So, how’d they fit?” Molly asked Rachel.
    “Fine,” Rachel said, sliding a glance to Logan, who, wisely, kept his mouth shut. 
    “Good! I got us iced lattes, Rach. You’ll love these. Better than Starbucks.” She handed Rachel hers.
    Rachel wrapped her hand around the icy plastic cup, anxious to have something to do with her fidgety hands. 
    Logan’s eyes held Rachel’s a moment. He looked like he wanted to say something to her.
    She was sure he had a whole bunch to say to her. But, instead, he said, “Catch you later, Molly.”
    Molly waved from where she’d retreated behind the register.
    Rachel watched him cross to the door and stop, his broad back nearly blocking out the light from the entrance.
    A moment passed and then he turned around. Rachel’s eyes met his and she hated that now he knew she’d been watching him. He raked his gaze from her head to her toes and back again. He opened his mouth to speak. 
    Rachel held her breath. At last, he said, “You’re right. You are hot,” and proceeded out the door.

Chapter 3
    This day was turning out all right after all.
    Logan backed his truck out of the parking space and headed to the high school. A wide grin split his face. Well, hell, if the rest of the month went anything like today, maybe Rachel Delaney-Tolbert back in Redemption wasn’t too terrible after all. So far today he’d seen the girl, who’d been out of his reach in high school, in a wet T-shirt that would have won her