Melody narrowed her eyes and held her fork like a weapon as he approached.
"What, are you gonna do, fork me?" Logan grinned.
"I'd give Shane hell for inviting people to dinner, then taking off for a night of sexual frolic without telling anybody they were coming." She shot her golden dagger-eyes his way.
"I can explain," Logan said as he reached over to finger a glob of chocolate icing dangling from the bottom of her fork.
She swooped and licked it off his finger, about knocking him on his ass, and he froze, all systems on alert.
"Go ahead, explain," she said, shoving a fork full of cake into his mouth.
Explain what
?
he
thought, before ecstasy took over. "Damn, this is the best thing I've tasted all night."
"You're trying to get on my good side," she said. "No fair," but her grin of pleasure derailed Logan's train of thought once more, and he decided to savor both the cake and the sexual energy arcing between them.
"Lousy dinner?" she asked.
He shrugged and remembered where they were in the conversation. "Tasted like sawdust. Where's the punk?"
"Out cold in my bed."
"Your bed?
Where will you sleep?"
"Daybed in the parlor.
I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"I want to keep him for the weekend. He's my bud."
"Thanks," Logan said, opening his mouth for the cake coming his way. "Special recipe?" he asked, looking for another bite.
"Yep, Fallen Angel-food Cake. It's
Devilicious
."
Logan's eyes danced even as he savored.
"Chocolate cake and icing," Melody said. "A spider web piped in white on top, occupied by three licorice spiders, all consumed by one four-year-old, I might add, who let their legs dangle from his lips as he chewed.
Grossed my father right out, not for the first time tonight."
She told him about the puke soup.
Logan chuckled. "Looks like you aced the meal, without your talented teacher. What did you choose for the main course?"
Melody listed the menu, even showed him the leftovers, she was so proud. "My father ate almost everything, even the eyeball eggs. I think he was afraid your mother would scold him if he didn't."
Logan scoffed. "She's a woman of untapped talents." He cringed inwardly at the intimacy he'd witnessed. "So you and your father got along okay?"
"He was nearly on good behavior." Her gaze softened as she explained his donation of cribs to The Keep Me Foundation.
Logan thought she never looked more beautiful. "Sounds like his best behavior."
"Not quite. In the end, your mother shoved him out the door before I could kill him."
"Hey, are you shivering from the cold or from another brush with your father's criticism?"
"
Puleeeze
, I don't care enough about what he thinks to be affected by it."
"Right.
Go climb into the daybed. I brought something that'll warm you."
Melody nodded and took the cake and fork with her into the living room, while Logan went out to the landing for the bottle he'd left on the bottom step.
In the living room, he found her on the floor, in front of the blazing hearth, arms wrapped around her knees, some kind of blanket-thing, made of colorful yarn flowers, tucked over her feet, the cake forgotten on the coffee table.
"A woman with a sweet tooth is gonna love this," Logan said, as he put down the pair of stemmed wineglasses he'd scrounged from her cupboard and uncorked a private label split of dessert wine, the fund-raiser favor.
"Don't you have any socks?" he asked as he handed her a glass of the pale, tarnished gold wine and sat on the floor beside her.
Melody made a concerted effort to ignore his question, as she regarded the contents of her glass and questioned him with a look.
"Give it a taste. It's a dessert wine from the
"Sure you did."
"I did."
"Why didn't you bring it in earlier, then?"
"Because I didn't want you to toss it at my head and ruin a perfectly delicious bottle of wine."
"You
knew
you'd screwed up!"
"I forgot until I saw our parents leave."
"You didn't bring me the wine as a peace offering, then?"
"It's a sweet wine; you have a sweet tooth. I brought you the wine as a gift, just because—"
"Because I kept Shane while you went out on a hot date." Melody shrugged and sipped the wine thoughtfully.
"He loves you."
"He's a great kid, Logan, and I love him right back."
"You should have a couple of your own."
"Kids?
Hah. No thanks. I come from a long line of
screwups
. No kids, no husband, that's my motto. I've got all I can do to take care of me." She took another sip, raised the glass.
"Great stuff."
"Can you identify the taste?" he asked.
"Apples?
No, maybe pears… or honey.
Apricots!"
"According to the waiter, it's supposed to taste like a funky fruit salad."
Melody took another sip and smiled. "Yes, fruity, and delicious. And your presence tonight helped to raise money for
?…
"
Logan shrugged. "Hell if I know.
Venture capital for private vineyards?"
"Which the poor always need."
"I'm sorry I forgot our cooking lesson. Thanks for watching Shane."
Ink and Spot came barreling in, frolicking over Melody's lap, all frisky energy and short, spiked tails. As Ink leaped on Logan's shoulder, Spot landed in a more delicate location. Logan grunted, grimaced, and gingerly removed the lap-leaper before he could do permanent damage.
Melody howled with glee.
"Did you pay him to do that?"
"Please, I'm ashamed I didn't think of it. Sheer anticipation would have kept me sane through dinner."
Logan chuckled, and the kittens left the room as fast as they'd arrived.
"When did you bring them down?" Logan asked.
"When Shane started to worry they'd be lonely. Last I saw, they were sleeping behind his knees like one black fur ball."
"They woke up."
"With a vengeance," Melody said, "and batteries charged, ready for fun. Hey, speaking of fun, did you have a nice date?"
"I wouldn't exactly call it a date."
"Oh." She took another sip.
"Why not?"
"I think I blew it early on, though I haven't dated in a while, mind you, so I'm not positive."
"What happened?" Melody
asked,
her shoulders relaxing.
"I saw an old school chum, two actually, because they married each other, and asked them to join us for dinner."
Melody hooted. "Good move,
Kilgarven
. You get an F-minus in Dating 101."
Logan finished the wine in his glass. "I surmised as much from the pinch Tiffany gave me before I'd completed the invitation."
Melody rose and got the bottle off the coffee table to refill their glasses. "Were you afraid that you'd screwed up?" Melody
asked,
when she sat back down. "Or did you screw up on purpose?"
"Beats the hell out of me."
Logan looked deep into his wine as if for an answer, knowing only that he was having a better time now, with Melody, than he'd had all evening. He looked up at her, firelight painting silver blue lights in her raven hair. "You got a theory,
Seabright
?"
"Not one I'm sharing."
Logan shrugged. "No fire," he admitted, not sure Melody would understand.
"Bummer," she said.
"You really don't mind, do you?" he asked. "That I went out on a date, I mean."
"Of course not.
We don't have an exclusive; we don't even have an understanding. I'm no better for you than you are for me."
"Care to explain?"
"No offense, but you're not exactly my dream man."
"Right."
Logan took another sip of wine. "Then what do we have, because this… energy between us is…"
"Fire," Melody said.
"Sex."
"That's what I thought." Logan took her glass, set it on the floor, and framed her face with his hands. "You are aware of the old adage, are you not,
Mizzz
Seabright
, that if you play with fire, you get burned?"
Chapter Sixteen
"BURN me," Melody said. "I dare you."
Logan groaned and opened his lips over hers, starving, desperate to become a part of her, mouth to mouth… for a start. They glided to the rug, face-to-face, the blazing hearth at his back, the taste of honeyed apricots and pears, and the promise of sex fresh on their mating tongues.
The world disappeared. Their bodies met, quivered to flame. Hands and hips moved in a building rhythm, exploring, arousing.
Body to body, they lay, absorbed in the taste and texture of each other, barely breaching the barriers, when a wet splash of fruity droplets, a fiery hiss, and a wash of shattering glass brought them to their senses. They heard a mewling screech before a bedlam of cool damp paws scurried over them.
They sat up to find a chaos that gave the furry culprits away.
"Oh, the poor things," Melody said. "They might be hurt."
Logan
rose
, self-conscious, in total and embarrassing discomfort, and went looking to make sure the kittens hadn't been cut by the glass they broke. But no, they had become sleepy fur balls again, that fast.
When Logan saw that Melody was limping, he made her sit on the edge of the tub and put her foot in his hands. He washed the cut, placed an antiseptic ointment and a cartoon Band-Aid over it. Then he found her socks, put them on her, and carried her to the daybed in the living room, before he cleaned up the shattered glasses and spilled wine.
"Let me help you," she said.
"My cats; my mess."
He straightened when realization hit. "Though, now that I think about it, I seem to remember that I didn't acquire those pesky little critters on my own."
Melody smiled sheepishly and snuggled down into the bed, probably more tired from a nerve-wracking evening of entertaining her father than she thought. Logan felt like a rat for leaving her to do that alone.
By the time he went to tuck Melody in for the last time, she'd grown sleepy, but she smiled at his playful lips on her cheek, her brow, her earlobes, her fingers, until she giggled drowsily.
Logan said good night, heard her satisfied sigh, and watched her curl into his favorite ass-up pose. Then he checked his son, kittens and all, kissed his brow, covered him to his neck, and went upstairs.
MELODY was not entirely disappointed when Logan showed up early Saturday morning to go apple picking with them. "I can be the tree climber," he said, "since you cut your foot last night." He bent on his haunches before his son. "Is that okay with you, sport? Or are you disappointed not to have Melody to yourself all day?"
"Nah, you can come, too. But I get to climb trees, too, '
kay
?"
"Deal," Logan said. "Mel?"
"I guess we can stand having you along," she said, turning to grab a backpack so as not to reveal her pleasure over the satisfying turn of events.
When they went to the shop for Shane's Halloween costume later, Melody and Shane proceeded to try and talk old Dad into renting a kilt, jacket, tarn, and tasseled
kneesocks
for the occasion. Though it took some coaxing, he reluctantly agreed, with a final, "absolutely not" to the bagpipes.
"Oh, God," Logan said when he modeled his highlander costume. "I'm going to look like an idiot."
No
, Melody thought when she saw him, and her heart did a ten-point flip,
women are going to be chasing you around
Salem
Common
. But she kept that opinion to
herself,
sure the truth would put a final end to his participation.
Melody rented a genuine witch costume, both for her Halloween show, and to go trick-or-treating with Shane, and she modeled it for them.
While Shane and Logan chose a pumpkin to carve, she went for a final fitting on the gown she'd ordered for the station's annual Salem by the Sea ball the following Friday. No vintage outfit this time, but an up-to-the-minute fashion statement—a curve-flattering, full-length corset dress that her mother would have loved. This, she did not model, because she wanted to make a "splash."
When they got home, Melody and Shane designed and transferred a scary face to Shane's pumpkin. "Hey, Mel," Logan said as he began to carve it into the
semitoothless
ghoul they'd envisioned, "why don't we drive to the ball together next Friday? That way, we only have one car to park." He looked expectantly up at her.
As an invitation for a date, if that's what it was, it ranked right up there with an appointment for a root canal, but the expectant way Logan watched her made her think that he almost cared about her answer.
"Why not," she said, in keeping with the style of the question, "but who's going to watch Shane that night, if we're both going out?"
"When I got the job at the station they told me I'd be expected to attend the ball, so that's all arranged. He's doing a sleepover at my mother's, aren't you, sport?"
Shane grinned.
"Yep.
We're gonna rent movies and make popcorn balls and pond scum."
"Pond scum?" they said together.
"
Gramma
told me about '
em
. Lime
jigglers
with gummy worms and spiders and ugly stuff like that.
Yum."
ON Sunday, Logan tasted Melody's leftover stuffed pumpkin, eating two servings to decide whether it would work for the show. Finally he agreed it would be perfect for her "Haunted Pumpkin Patch Halloween."
"Works for me," he said. "Fix that with your creamy pumpkin soup and the bloody punch Shane keeps talking about."