Page 58 of Savior
Chloe stands in the hall, her summer dress swishing around her legs in the gentle breeze from the open door. “This is a cute place you’ve got here.”
“Thank you. Why don’t you come sit down on the couch?”
Chloe flicks me a look. “You sound just like Gabe.”
“How is the father-to-be?” I take a seat opposite her on the couch.
She laughs. “You’d think it’s his first time being a father. He’s so excited he doesn’t know what to do with himself.” She pauses, her face growing serious. “But that’s not why I’m here.”
My good mood at seeing her sours. “Chloe,” I warn.
She holds up her hands. “I come in peace! It’s just you’ve had a couple months, and I couldn’t wait any longer. Ben said you’ve even been to his house!”
My stern expression softens, and I put my hand over hers. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy here with work.”
Her eyes sparkle. “And? I hear you and Logan hit it off after all.”
“Yes, and if you don’t keep your mouth closed, you’re going to wake him up.” She glances around and notes some of his things around the living room. Before she can squeal in excitement, I cut her off. “Don’t freak out about it yet, but yes, he’s been staying here.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Is that so? As in he’s been staying here as a round the clock guard / police protection or he’s been ‘staying here’?” She wiggles her eyebrows on the last two words
“You’re terrible.” I shake my head.
“Well, I’m happy for you.”
To escape her knowing gaze, I get to my feet. “We should feed you. Why don’t I go get my purse and we can spend my first day off from work with lunch? My treat.”
Chloe gets to her feet, which turns out to be a laborious process. “These days, I don’t ever turn down food.”
Logan ambles in then clad only in boxer briefs and a cup of coffee. Momentarily stricken by all the glorious skin put on display, I can’t seem to form words. It’s been a long couple of weeks settling into the new closeness, but the sight of his magnificent body still has the ability to leave me breathless.
I manage to tear my eyes away from his abs, all three hundred and twenty-nine of them, and cross the room to give him a kiss. “Chloe and I are going to go out to eat,” I say, when he finally releases me and I hope I’m not blushing.
Logan glances over my shoulder and gives Chloe and easy smile. “Nice to meet you again. Make sure you take care of her.”
Chloe fans herself with one hand and grins. “You bet.”
With one last kiss from Logan, I follow her out of the front door and double check, then triple check, my locks. I can feel her eyes on me as I turn around, but she doesn’t say anything and I’m grateful. Chloe is a great friend.
“You know the area better than I do,” I say once we’re in Chloe’s car. “Why don’t you give me a tour and then we can find somewhere for lunch?”
“If I weren’t about to pop, I’d beat you for not telling me about this sooner.”
“Yeah, let’s not. I’d hate to be responsible for sending you into labor.”
She backs out of the drive, and I almost laugh at how comical it is for her to maneuver around her belly. “Oh my God,” she exclaims, distracting me from musing how I could have been pregnant or with children of my own. The car come to an abrupt stop at the end of the drive.
I follow her gaze to Logan who’s on the porch now, though he pulled on shorts, tossing a ball to Rocky. “What is it?”
“I’m happily married, but damn, that’s one sexy ass man.”
My neck swivels to keep him in my line of sight as she finishes backing out of the driveway. He’s got his shirt off, baring his deep tan to the sunlight.
When I turn back around as the trees along the roadside block him from sight, I find Chloe studying me.
“What?”
“I’ve just never seen you like this. You were literally staring at him with a smile on your face.”