“There aren’t any extra beds. We put the bug-infested boxes on my dad’s bed, so you can’t sleep on it,”shesaid.
“What about the couch? It lookedcomfy.”
“You’re not going to be satisfied until you stay the night. Am I right?” sheasked.
“Right. It’s not safe, so either you stay here, or I staythere.”
“Well, come on then,” she said as she opened the closet door to get her coat. He quickly followed and helped her putiton.
The trip back to her house didn’t take longer than ten minutes, but a light snowfall made visibility bad enough to set Logan’s nerves on end. If someone lurked in the shadows, he would have no way of knowing until it wastoolate.
Chapter8
Kate foundtwo thick blankets in the hall closet. She carried them through the dimly lit hall to the living room where Logan waited onthesofa.
“I found these, but if you need more, I can look in my father’s closet. I can’t guarantee they won’t be moth-eaten though,”shesaid.
“These will be fine. If it gets too cold, I’ll shift. I’ll try not to knock over the lamp.” He flashed a sexy smile that raced through her body likewildfire.
This was crazy. She should have stayed at his home where they would be surrounded by his brothers, instead of temptation. But the thought of letting a stranger scare her off her land overrode her good sense. She’d be dammed if she’d let a fire chase her away. Besides, Logan would keep her safe. But would she be able to keep herself safefromhim?
As much as she loved spending time with his family, she couldn’t imagine living in West Yellowstone. Besides, her dad’s house was a wreck. If she’d really been honest with herself when she first arrived, she would have just sold the place as-is. But it was toolatenow.
She’d just have to stick with her original plan. She’d spend the rest of the week cleaning out the house and completing as many repairs as she could. Then she’d find a nice non-developer to sell it to. Someone who would appreciate havingahome.
“You could start a fire in the fireplace if you want,”shesaid.
“Do you want me to start one for you in your room too?” he asked as he added newspaper and sticks to thefireplace.
He’d already started one hell of a fire for her, but it wasn’t in her bedroom, it was in her heart. She’d never met someone as sweet and caring as Logan. He reallyhadchanged from the person he’d been in high school. The realization weighed heavy in her heart. She couldn’t fallforhim.
Besides, what could he possibly see in her? She wasn’t anyone special. She did a job that anyone could walk into and do just as well. She didn’t have any interesting hobbies, other than picking cat hair out of every available nook and cranny in her apartment. She drove an average car, and had an average life. It was comfortable. Why change it now? Why risk loving someone who might not loveherback?
Within minutes, he’d built a fire which filled the living room with warmth. More than anything in the world, she wanted to sit on the couch with him and snuggle. But those were dreams for someone else, someone worthyoflove.
“Well, goodnight then,”shesaid.
“Goodnight.”
“If you need anything, let me know,” sheadded.
“Iwill.”
She turned and hurried down the hall before she did something stupid, like fling herself into hispowerfularms.
As she closed the door to her room, she took a breath for the first time since leaving the living room. She leaned against the closed door. Her bear growled, wanting to go toLogan.
Too bad, bear. That’s not going tohappen.
She changed into a pair of flannel pajamas and started a fire. Flames cast dancing shadows across the ceiling. She climbed into bed and studied the flickeringlight.
An hour passed, then another. Sleep eluded her. After tossing and turning half the night, she decided to get a glass of warm milk. Maybe that would help hersleep.
She tiptoed down the hall. As she passed the living room, she glanced at the couch. She stopped. Logan wasn’t there. He was standing by the window with the curtain pulled back slightly, staring out into the darknight.
Without turning around he asked, “Can’tsleep?”
“No.”
