Wanting It All: A Naked Men Novel (25 page)

He’d skipped his reintegration ritual this time around. No time to waste on it. But maybe being with bubbly Brooke would do the trick. Logan stepped closer. Wagged his index finger right in her face in accusation. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“How’s that?”

“By making me think about how you look in a bikini.” Because it wasn’t a huge leap. Back in the day, they’d been in and out of backyard pools together. Gone to Senior Week at Ocean City together. Logan knew that despite her red hair, that pale skin didn’t have any freckles. Knew it looked as smooth as cream. Now he just wanted to find out if it felt that smooth, too.

This time her laughter was self-deprecating. “I’m not sure it’s that great a mental image for you. I’m not eighteen anymore, Logan.”

“I know.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled it out to the side to drink her all in. Brooke was still toned. Everything just had more curve to it. More sex appeal. And yeah, he let his gaze linger at the shadow between her breasts long enough to show his approval and interest. “Trust me, this is better.”

Licking her lips, she tilted her head down, then up, to give him a similar sweeping look. “Ditto,” she said huskily.

Dimly, his mind registered the increasingly loud complaints to the ticket agent behind him. The shove of annoyed travelers walking by. The stench of burned, old coffee. But it all faded into the background. Right then? His whole world was wrapped up in Brooke’s mermaid green eyes and her slightly parted pink lips.

Logan felt like they were already alone in that room she’d offered to share. Felt like he was already home. Which was dangerous. Because he had too much going on to get serious with anyone. All he had the time and energy for was a fling. And after just ten minutes with her, Logan got the impression Brooke could drag him deeper than he wanted to go.

Nope. Didn’t matter. This hurricane was their version—however temporary—of being stranded on an island together. He’d enjoy the perks of it. Then go back to dealing with the crisis waiting for him in D.C. And then head out to the next disaster zone. Brooke would be a memory. A happy way to wash away the last month of sadness and exhaustion from his soul. Nothing more.

Grabbing the handle of her suitcase—and yeah, brushing her thighs with his knuckles in the process, because this sure as hell wasn’t his first rodeo—Logan said, “Let’s get out of here.” As they walked the twenty steps out of the terminal, he asked, “Got any ideas on how to pass the time waiting for the storm to hit?”

“I didn’t before you showed up. Now I’ve got all sorts of ideas.”

Best. Hurricane. Ever.

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