Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [56]
Logan responded by standing up with her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her the short distance to the couch where they tumbled down and sank into its deep softness. He shifted so that he was above her.
“Better?” he said.
“Mmm.” His body was pressed against hers from her shoulders to her now bare feet. “Much.”
“Now where were we? I think I was here.” He kissed the right corner of her mouth. “Or was I here?” He kissed the left corner of her mouth. “Maybe it was here?” A nip to her bottom lip.
“Let me refresh your memory,” she murmured, parting her lips and meeting his kiss halfway.
His groan of pleasure emboldened her to increase her exploration of his body as she slid her hands beneath his open shirt to his back. She trailed her fingertips down his spine.
He vibrated against her.
It took Megan a moment or two to realize that the vibrating was coming from his beeper.
Swearing under his breath, Logan broke off their kiss and sat up. Yanking the beeper from his belt, he looked at it and then at her, still prone on the couch, breathless.
“It’s work,” he said curtly. “I’ve got to go.”
He stood and headed for the door. He was gone before she had time to form a reply or regain her senses. The same senses she’d lost the second his lips touched her.
Great. Her determination not to get involved with a cop had toppled like a row of dominoes. Which left the score at Chicago cop: 1, Megan: 0.
Chapter Twelve
A week later, Faith was back from her honeymoon, but Megan was no closer to finding her mother. She didn’t want to burden her cousin with her problems, but Faith immediately knew something was up. She appeared on Megan’s doorstep Tuesday evening with food from their favorite Chinese take-out and strong-armed Megan into telling her everything.
Megan ended by saying, “All of a sudden, my life is falling apart.”
“Well, not completely,” Faith said. “You’ve still got your home, your job and your family . . . certain members of your family. I can’t believe they did this to you. Lying about your mom that way. That’s just so wrong.”
“I shouldn’t have dumped this on you the minute you’re back in the country.”
“You didn’t. I’ve been back twenty-four hours.”
Megan proficiently used her chopsticks to add more walnut shrimp and scallops to her plate. “We should be talking about you and your honeymoon.”
Faith used her chopsticks to wave Megan’s words away. “And we will. Later. But getting back to your mother, I get how you’d feel totally betrayed.”
“I knew you’d understand.” Faith’s former fiancé had left her at the altar on their wedding day. But while Faith’s humiliation was more public, the betrayal was by a man she’d only known a year or two. Megan’s betrayal was by the man she’d known her entire life and had trusted more than anyone aside from Faith.
“I didn’t know the truth about your mom until now,” Faith quickly told her.
“I didn’t think you did.”
“I can’t believe my parents were involved in the cover-up for decades. What about your dad? What did he say?”
“That it was complicated. It was hard to get a clear answer from him.”
“So what’s your plan now?”
“First you have to swear you won’t tell anyone. Pinkie swear.”
“Done. So what’s your next step?”
“I’m trying to find my mom,” Megan admitted. “But I’m not having any luck.”
“I can help you with that. I’m the best researcher West Investigations ever had.”
“You can’t let anyone know you’re investigating her.”
“No worries. No one knew I was investigating Caine’s father’s case. Believe me, I know how to do this and keep it quiet.”
“I sure hope so. Logan and I didn’t have much luck.”
“Gram said something about you and Logan disappearing for a lost weekend right after the reception. What was that about?”
“Did she tell you about her situation with Buddy?”
“Yes, but let’s get back to your situation first. What’s the deal with Logan?”
“There is no deal.”
“OMG, that is such a lie.”
“You’re doing your Gossip Girlthing.”
“Sorry. But everyone saw the chemistry between you two from the second you met.”