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he got out of the vehicle,
walked to the front door and knocked. The front porch light turned
on as Bucky walked out. Though she couldn’t hear a word that was
said, she could read the body language just fine. Clearly Logan was
explaining a few things to Bucky, who still seemed to think he was
in the right. The conversation ended when Logan punched Bucky in
the stomach. Bucky didn’t bother to return the favor. Clever man
just remained bent over at the waist as Logan walked away.
    “You hit him?” Lacy said when Logan returned
to the truck.
    “I didn’t like some of the things he was
saying about you.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like I’m not repeating them. Stay away from
him. He’s an asshole. Find yourself a nice guy.”
    Lacy smiled. She already had.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Logan hadn’t planned to kiss her. That was
his first thought the second his mouth pressed against hers. Her
silence on the ride home had bothered him because Lacy was never
quiet.
    She’d been flirting on the dance floor. At
first he’d assumed she was tipsy and feeling playful. So he’d given
her a dose of her own medicine, teasing her back.
    Then he realized she was relatively sober,
and her touches took on a much different meaning.
    It had been no secret that Lacy’d always had
a crush on him. That idea had been cute when they were younger. He
was eight years older than her and she’d only been a kid. Her
doe-eyed devotion had fed his teenage pride, but that was all it
had done.
    Once she had grown up, she’d started looking
in a different direction. She’d had a couple of serious boyfriends
and she didn’t seem to lack for dates. Whenever they ran into each
other, they were cordial, friendly, and Logan had worked damn hard
to make sure it was nothing else. He hadn’t always succeeded, but
for the most part, he’d kept his thoughts pure.
    Sort of.
    Somewhat.
    He assumed Lacy had given up the crush after
he’d gotten into a serious relationship and she’d lost interest.
She had begun to simply view him as Evan’s best friend, another
brother figure, which was fine by him. It had helped him keep his
hands off her this past year.
    Because she was definitely off-limits.
    For one thing, his needs would probably scare
sweet Lacy Sparks spitless if he ever revealed them. And secondly,
Evan would cut off his cock and feed it to him for breakfast if he
touched her, because his best friend knew perfectly well all the
things Logan liked to do with—and to—women in the bedroom. And they
weren’t things you did with your best friend’s kid sister.
    Hell, he’d spent the first couple hours of
tonight drinking a beer in his workshop with Tyson and Evan,
telling both men why he was finished with sweet, nice women, why he
would never be happy in another vanilla relationship like the
passionless existence he’d escaped with Jane.
    He had probably gone into too much detail,
talking about all the things he’d do to the next lover he took to
bed. Evan and Tyson were likeminded guys—dominant lovers with a
penchant for kink. However, neither of them held a candle to Logan.
Which was why they’d been so surprised when he had eschewed that
lifestyle and remained with Jane.
    So when Lacy had opened her mouth to say
goodbye, Logan should have let her. Instead, he reacted without
thinking. Because he didn’t want to let her go. Not yet.
    He expected her to shove him away, to give
him shit for the kiss, but she did neither. Instead, her arms
tightened around his neck and her hands found his hair again. Lacy
touched him like he mattered, like she wanted him. It was a heady,
horny experience.
    He twisted her body toward him while keeping
his lips on hers. Lacy followed the direction, lifting and parting
her legs as he tugged her onto his lap. Thank God he’d kept his old
truck rather that opting for the new one with the bucket seats. The
wide bench seat allowed him to drag her closer as she straddled his
legs and press his dick against her.
    He could