Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [36]
“Sounds like a plan.”
She shivered as the night air hit her. Logan waved her back into the room, his gesture assuring her he was fine. He had his tough cop expression going on, along with a sexy stubble thing that was altogether seductive. He was a man accustomed to having his orders obeyed, and she was a woman . . . but what kind of a woman was she?
Right before the wedding, she’d decided to move away from her girl-next-door image. She supposed visiting that brothel yesterday had been a step away from the good girl behavior. To be fair, she’d only been there because of Fiona’s ties to Megan’s mother. And Megan had been totally clueless about the ranch being a brothel.
So she wasn’t a wild rowdy girl . . . woman. She changed back into the oversized Last Resort T-shirt and boxer shorts she’d bought at the gift shop. Staring at her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror, Megan wondered what her real persona was. Was she like her mother? Would she have gone to Woodstock had she been a teenager at that time?
Not very likely. Megan had always played it safe. Until now. And look where her spontaneous actions had gotten her: washing her face with a guest-sized bar of Ivory soap in a pink-tiled bathroom. She brushed her teeth before switching off the light and opening the door.
She yelped when she saw Logan standing near the bed.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I left my iPhone.” He held it up as if to prove he wasn’t lying. His smile slowly grew until it became a grin as he eyed her with definite male interest.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said.
Okay, then. What didhe mean? She recalled all too well how she’d reacted to him staring at her cleavage back at the Venetian’s elevator bank. She had gone all weak-kneed and fluttery inside several times since then. Right now being one of those times.
“Uh, I should be going,” he said.
“Right.”
“Lock the door after me,” he ordered.
She did. And then she climbed into bed and tried to sleep. She really did. But to no avail. She kept worrying about him out there in the cold. That blanket she’d given him was too thin to provide much warmth. She turned on the light and rummaged through the closet to find another thicker blanket. She took it out to him. Logan’s body, sprawled out along the backseat, had replaced the suitcase she’d placed on the backseat earlier.
She knocked on the car window—gently because she knew how he felt about the borrowed Chevy.
He immediately hopped out of the car. “What’s wrong?’
“Nothing. I just thought you might need a thicker blanket, that’s all.” She started to take it from around her shoulders when he stopped her.
“You need that.”
“No, there’s another one just like it inside.” She happened to look up while looking over her shoulder and was stunned by the number of stars. “Wow. Is that the Milky Way?”
“Yeah.” He moved closer and guided her a little to the right. “And that’s the Big Dipper.”
“You don’t get night skies like this in the city,” she said, trying to sound calm and nonchalant, while her hormones were shooting stars.
“No, you don’t.”
Right. She should move away. She really should. She kept her eyes on the stars. Then her sense of fair play took over. “It’s really freezing out here,” she said. “You should come inside. It’s a king-sized bed. It’s big enough for both of us.”
“I’m tough.”
“I can’t sleep if you’re out here.”
“Afraid of the dark?”
“No.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“My sense of fair play.” Her teeth started chattering. “Come inside. It’s too cold to sleep in the car.”
He hustled her inside, thicker blanket and all, pausing only long enough to grab the extra blanket and pillow from the backseat. “I put your suitcase in the trunk, in case you were wondering.”
“Okay.”
She scurried into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Logan paused in front of the thermostat to turn up the heat. “Let’s hope that works.”
“It’s a big bed,” she said. “There’s enough room for both of us.”
Instead of commenting, he merely nodded, kicked off his shoes and climbed under the covers fully dressed.