who works for you?”
Because that’s where he spent all his time. Rebuilding a company hadn’t left him with much of a social life, and besides, he happened to like women who shared that common bond.
“Dating Virginia wasn’t my downfall. Marrying her and making her a full partner was.”
“And you think you’ve got what it takes to be a lifelong bachelor? Come on, Logan. You were always the marrying type.”
Not anymore. He’d been burned once, he wouldn’t be burned again. Any woman in his future would have to accept marriage only if and when he chose it. Virginia had pushed for that contract. She’d delivered an ultimatum—marriage or nothing—and rather than lose her, he’d uttered “I do” and walked straight into disaster.
That was one threshold he wouldn’t cross until he felt ready and if an ultimatum came sooner than that the next woman would get a very different answer.
“Maybe I am, but I won’t be pushed there, and the right woman will accept that.”
“You really believe that?”
He gulped the last of his beer. “That’s the only thing I’m sure of.”
TRISHA LOOKED OVER the final mock-ups of their presentation for Tyndale’s Cape Horn resort, stacked the pages in her folder and walked down to Logan’s office, hoping he would be there. She needed his final approval today to have the materials ready for the meeting with the Tyndale folks.
Since his personal assistant wasn’t at her desk, she peeked around the open door to find him talking on the phone. Logan glanced up and as usual waved a hand for her to enter, raising a finger to indicate he’d be just a moment.
She stepped into the room and waited, allowing her eyes to admire the strong hollows of his cheeks that turned to creases when he smiled.
He chuckled, his laugh spinning sparks in her chest. He had the sexiest laugh she’d ever heard, low and easy, the kind that she could easily envision hearing in the dark, between the sheets.
She blinked away the thought. She’d come too far these last few days in her effort to get over Logan. Moving her chats with Pisces out of the office had been a start. Their Caribbean fantasy had done wonders to calm her nerves and her nine-to-five life. She’d eased up around Logan and wasn’t about to start losing it now.
She turned her gaze to the window, allowing her mind to focus on the bright sunny afternoon and the soft sparkle of light that flickered off the windows of an adjacent building. She stepped to the window. Looking down at the wharf, she noted the bay was also calm today. The sky was a bright shade of blue and she found something relaxing in the bustle of the street below.
Her mind was at ease as she shifted her thoughts from the man behind the desk to the task at hand. She was truly pulling it together and the notion left her pleased.
Until a comment from Logan swept it all away.
“You’ve got it,” he said, adding, “Well, whenever you need me, I’m just a click away.”
The folder dropped from her hand, scattering papers onto the floor, but Trisha barely noticed. Her mouth hung open and her eyes fixed on Logan as he hung up the phone, his parting statement echoing in her ears.
Whenever you need me, I’m just a click away.
How many people said that? Was it common? She’d never heard it from anyone other than Pisces47—and now Logan Moore. The repercussions began to spin in her head with the force of a tornado. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. All she could do was stare blankly while she tried desperately to make her lungs expand and take in air.
“Trisha,” she heard him say, but she couldn’t respond, her mind reeling.
He rose from his desk, his face riddled with concern. “Are you okay?”
She glanced down to see her ad campaign splayed at her feet.
He rushed from his desk and reached out to touch her, and the sight of his hand nearing her shoulder made her jump. She tried to hide it by squatting to the floor, her shaking fingers attempting to gather the ads.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
A ghost. Right now, she’d welcome a ghost, or a serial killer or a nine-point-nine earthquake—anything that would distract her from the conclusions filling her brain and sickening her stomach.
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