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her first serious boyfriend and she obviously couldn't detect the same thing Dad and I felt about him.'
    Logan watched Sarah closely as she spoke. She was so fucking gorgeous. The familiar lust for her knotted his gut like a clenched fist. He took a sip of Jack to distract himself but the liquor burned at his throat, making him feel like his insides were on fire and the only way he could douse the flames was to move over to the sofa, take Sarah in his arms and lay her down on her back while he clambered on top of her. Fucking hell, stop thinking these thoughts. I can't. No one has ever affected me in the way Sarah does.
    He felt hot, giddy. 
    'Are you okay, Logan?' 
    He closed his eyes and nodded. 'Just hot is all.' He needed to get back home, to safety. But even if he made a move for the front door right now, he doubted his legs would carry him all the way before giving up and making him collapse to the floor. He couldn't tear himself away from Sarah. He let out a long exhale and held the cool shot glass to his forehead, rolling it over his flesh and letting the tiny beads of condensation cool him a little.
    'It is hot,' Sarah said, getting up. 'I'll adjust the AC.' She breezed past him and he felt like his sense were heightened for a moment. The swish of her slacks sounded incredibly loud in his ears and the smell of her peach shampoo and perfume sent the receptors in his nose into overdrive. Beneath those fragrances he could detect something else, something subtle but undeniably present. The scent of arousal. Sarah's arousal. It hit his nose like a ten ton truck and drove him wild with longing. 
    She reached up to the thermostat on the wall and adjusted the dial. Logan watched the curve of her buttocks beneath the gray slacks. The way her rounded flesh pressed against the fabric, the indent between her cheeks visible, it was like an invitation. Like an invitation to mount her. 
    Fucking hell he had to stop this. He was so hard right now that he felt like his cock would rip through the denim of his jeans.
    She lingered a little too long at the AC controller and he was sure she pushed her hips out a little, almost imperceptibly, displaying her ass to him. 
    He wanted to go up there behind here and place his hands on her hips, pulling him back so her ass touched the hard bulge in his jeans. She would groan at the feel of his hardness and grind herself against him, her softness driving him crazy. He would pull the slacks down, along with her panties and unbuckle his belt with excited, trembling hands...
    She returned to the sofa, this time going around the other side of the coffee table and not coming so close to him. Did she know what was going through his mind? Had she sensed the pervert within? The man who watched her through her window while he jacked himself off? No, she couldn't know. He had always been careful to avoid being seen. Besides, the things he was thinking about doing with her didn't seem perverted. They seemed...natural. Like it was meant to happen.
    Yeah, right. Wishful fucking thinking.
    'You were telling me about Jensen Frazier and your sister,' he prompted her to avoid the awkward thoughts running through his head.
    Sarah took a sip of Jack and nodded. 'Logan, are you sure you want to hear all of this? Seeing the locket upset me and I'm sorry I cried on your shoulder.'
    'Hey, there's no need to apologize for that. Ever.'
    'I just don't think it would be right to drag you into my problems. They're my problems and I need to deal with them. Thank you for bringing the package round but your work here is done.' She smiled but he could see in her eyes that she needed help. Damn if he was going to leave her to deal with this on her own.
    'Sarah, you're not dragging me into anything. I'm here of my own free will and you probably don't know how much courage it took for me to come around here in the first place. I don't... I don't get out much. But now I'm here and I can see you have a problem and if I can, I