Chandler hummed the words with Frank Sinatra as she uncorked the bottle of Pinot Grigio she discovered in the wine rack. Pouring the golden liquid into two glasses, she sipped from hers as she cut up the chicken into neat squares and waited for Logan to return. After he left, she’d taken a hot shower, letting the stinging jets of water soothe each muscle and smiling when she thought over their last encounter. The way he kissed her. Touched her. Shown her ecstasy she’d never known existed.

     And here she was, in a man’s house, dressed in his robe, cooking him dinner, doing nothing but making mad, passionate love for the entire day, and never feeling more happy or alive than she had in her life.

     She was totally in love with Logan Grant.

     Now he knew it.

     She squeezed a little lemon on each piece of chicken and wondered how he really felt about her confession. He’d wrung the words from her lips countless times, and each time he kissed her fiercely, as if she’d said the words he wished to hear. But he never responded with his own feelings. Never told her what he wanted from the relationship. Never said the words back.

     Because he wasn’t in love with her.

     Using her forearm to push her hair away from her face, she attacked the lone head of lettuce and shredded each piece with total concentration. She didn’t want to think of any negative thoughts this weekend, but it was something she had to face. Logan may never allow himself to fall in love with a woman, choosing instead to give everything to his business. How long could she go on, waiting to see if his feelings would evolve into love? How long could she wait on the sidelines, hoping one day he’d change?

     Then there was the Yoga and Arts Center. The six month trial period would be up soon, and she’d be faced with a decision. The outcome of their contract decided the whole future of her business. If Logan made a practical decision to terminate the arrangement, would she be able to accept it? Could she be involved with a man who never let his emotional entanglements interfere with business? And if he did decide to sign the long term contract, would she always wonder if it was pity and responsibility toward her that made him accept the offer?

     The door slammed and interrupted her thoughts. Logan entered the kitchen. Rivulets of water streamed down his face and hair, sopping into the brown paper bag he carried under one arm. “It’s raining?” she asked in surprise.

     “Just started on the way back.” He threw his jacket over the chair and studied her. He seemed to enjoy the picture she made wrapped up in his floor length terry robe. “You took a shower.”

     “Yes, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

     “The only thing I mind is that you didn’t wait for me.” He raked his wet hair back with his fingers and shook off the excess water. His t-shirt clung to him, damp from the moisture, and outlined his broad chest.

     Chandler stared at him for a few moments, loving the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he smiled, the full sensual line of his mouth, the lean muscled grace when he moved. At that moment she didn’t care about the problems between them. She only knew being with him fulfilled her in a way she’d never experienced before, and she would take each moment he gave her as a precious gift, greedily storing up as many memories as she could.

     Emotion struck her full force. She closed the distance between them and hurled herself into his arms. She sunk all ten fingers into the midnight depth of his hair and urged his mouth down on hers. Her tongue thrust between his lips savoring his unique taste. They kissed each other hungrily, Logan’s hands gliding down her back, pulling her hips into his as their tongues battled in an intimate game, until, breathless, she pulled away.

     He groaned. “If that’s the way I’m greeted every time I walk in the door, I’ll be sure to do it often.”

     Chandler laughed. “I’m happy.” She interlaced her fingers with his and brought it up between them admiring the size and strength of his hand in hers.

     He smiled down at her and opened her palm to place a tender kiss. “I’m just as happy.” His gaze wandered over her face as if searching for something. She caught a familiar, wicked gleam in charcoal eyes that made her suddenly wary.

     “Why are you looking at me like that?”

     “I was thinking about all the benefits of vegetables.”

     She didn’t trust the lazy smile that curved his lips. “You agree vegetables are the key to a healthy diet?”

     “Not exactly.” He crouched down and tossed her over his shoulder, chuckling at her outraged cry of protest. With determined strides, he started back to the bedroom. “I’m just grateful they can be eaten raw. This way, we won’t have to worry about our meal getting cold. I’ve suddenly decided to work up a better appetite.”

     She tried to keep her tone dignified as he carried her upstairs, but a giggle escaped. “Next time I’ll introduce you to the benefits of fruit.”

     Logan chuckled and kicked the bedroom door closed.


     The living room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated by the last few crackling embers burning in the fireplace. Flashes of lightning exploded outside. The only sound to break the peaceful silence was the steady pounding of the rain as it beat against the windows and the distant rumble of thunder. Chandler’s head rested comfortably against Logan’s chest as they sat wrapped in each other arms on the sofa. Her fingers played with the fringe on the soft blanket cocooning them.

     “What are you thinking about?” He asked.

     Chandler lowered her voice to match his husky tone. “I was thinking about my mother.”

     “What was she like?”

     She smiled, and her face glowed with memories. “Like an angel. She had long golden hair and a smile that lit up the room. She laughed all the time and tried to fill each moment with happiness.”

     “Tell me what happened.” His hands stroked her hair.

     “She died when I was nine. She had cancer. When she was confined to bed we’d make a tent in her room and pretend it was a fort. We’d eat together and play games.” Chandler paused, thinking back. “I know my father loved her, but he never had time for her. There was always the business to run, and the bigger the company grew the more time he needed to spend there. It finally got a point where he was never home, and the fights would start late at night, angry whispers I overheard through the walls.” She sighed. “I think my father feels guilty about her death even to this day. After she died it only made things worse. I couldn’t seem to reach him. He practically lived at the office, and then he started to send me there after school.”

     She laughed shortly. “While everyone else practiced for cheerleading tryouts, I became best friends with the secretaries outside his office.”

     “So one day you decided to leave.”

     She heard the question in his voice. She knew she should share the details of her past with him but the humiliation of the event still hurt; the anger that her own father could use her as a commodity to further his business dealings. She hesitated for a moment, torn between not wanting to have any secrets between them and wanting to keep it buried for a while longer. She didn’t want to spoil their time together sharing hurtful memories. Vowing to tell him the whole story at a later time, she repeated, “Yes, so one day I decided to leave.”

     The driving rhythm of the rain filled the silence. “Do you ever see your father?” he asked.

     “Not really. We speak occasionally on the phone but it always ends up in an argument. He thinks I should be married by now.”

     Logan stiffened. His hand stilled on her thigh. “And you disagree with him?”

     “Let’s just say I disagree with the type of man he wants me to marry. Marriage is another business arrangement to my father, and I refuse to be involved with one of his deals.”

     He caught the bitter tone in her voice and almost groaned. Half of him longed to tell her the whole truth; her father had approached him with the business deal of a lifetime, all in exchange for marrying his daughter. Logan had learned Alexander Santell had also offered the same deal to Thorne. If Logan had any doubt of the way Chandler felt about his attorney, he could sever any lingering emotions she may harbor for Thorne by telling her the attorney was courting her because of her father’s deal. The other half resisted, buying himself more time until he could figure out what action to take. Something inside him balked at exposing her father’s dirty dealings. Instinctively he knew Chandler still held a tiny thread of hope that one day she’d be able to patch up the relationship with her father. Logan needed to find another way out of this mess. He decided to change the subject. Fast.

     “What made you decide to open the Yoga and Arts Center?”

     Her legs wrapped around his as she snuggled closer to his body. “I studied yoga and meditation for two years and became certified as an instructor. I worked a couple of different jobs to support myself before I decided to buy my own building and set up my business. Harry had a friend at the bank who helped me with a loan.

     “But then I got to a point where even though my clients were expanding, my bills seemed to be tripling. I struggled more and more to meet those monthly payments. Something had to break. I couldn’t get another loan to keep me afloat, so I needed to come up with an idea.”

     “It was an excellent idea.” He trailed one finger up the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. “Except for that crazy escape clause you threw in.”