Confidential: Expecting!. Jackie Braun

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      “This is nice,” she commented.

      She meant it. Mallory didn’t know much about sailing. For that matter, she’d never been inside a boat like this one. But the glossy hardwood and soft-hued fabrics and upholstery were homey and inviting. The gentle swaying motion didn’t hurt, either.

      “I like it.”

      “This is an older boat, right?”

      “She dates to the 1970s,” he agreed.

      “She.” Her lips twisted.

      Logan was grinning when he took the dishes from her hands and set them in the sink. “I’m guessing you consider it sexist that boats are referred to using female pronouns.”

      “Not sexist necessarily. Just…annoying.”

      “Right. From now on I’ll call my boat Bob,” he deadpanned. “Better?”

      “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “He seems more like a Duke. Besides, it has a name.”

      “Tangled Sheets.” He grinned and she fought the urge to fan herself.

      “That’s an interesting name for a boat. One might even call it a bit risqué.”

      “Why? A sheet is another name for a sail, Mallory.” His face was the picture of innocence now, but it was plain he understood the double entendre because when he turned to retrieve two coffee cups from a cupboard the grin returned.

      “Well, someone has either taken excellent care of this boat or it’s been restored.”

      “The latter,” Logan confirmed. Over his shoulder, he asked, “Cream or sugar?”

      “Black.”

      He handed her a steaming cup and poured one for himself. Leaning back against the sink, he said, “It took me an entire winter’s worth of weekends after I purchased her—” he cleared his throat “—I mean, Duke, to finish the overhaul. I basically gutted the place and started over. And I’m still puttering most weekends.”

      He glanced around the salon and nodded. Puttering still or not, his expression made it clear he was pleased with his progress so far. Mallory could understand why. Logan might not look like the sort of man who would know a hammer from a ham sandwich, but obviously he could hold his own with the guys on HGTV. Power suits and power tools didn’t normally go together. Questions bubbled.

      “Where did you learn carpentry and—” she motioned with her hand “—how to do repair and maintenance?”

      “One of my dad’s hobbies is woodworking, and he’s always been good at home repair. My brother and I spent a lot of time with him in his workshop, helping him put things together. I picked up a few tips along the way.”

      “I guess so.”

      “You’re surprised.”

      “Maybe a little. You don’t look like the sort of man who would be…”

      “Good with his hands?” he finished.

      He set his coffee aside and held up both hands palm side out. His fingers were long, elegant, but the palms were calloused. The man was definitely hard to figure out, but she wasn’t trying at the moment. She was staring at those work-roughened hands and wondering how they would feel…on her skin.

      Mallory swallowed and ordered herself to stay focused. “Why not just buy something brand-new?”

      “I don’t know. I guess you could say I prefer a challenge.”

      The way his eyes lit made Mallory wonder if that was what he considered her to be.

      Logan was saying, “Besides, she had great bones and an even better history. Her previous owner had sailed her from Massachusetts all the way to Saint Thomas the year before I got her and nearly lost her to a hurricane along the way.”

      “So, your boat is a survivor and you had a hand in resurrecting her…him.”

      “Duke.”

      “Duke,” she repeated.

      His laughter was dry. “Yes, but I can assure you I don’t suffer from a God complex.”

      “Then why did you get into psychiatry? Didn’t you want to save people?”

      “I wanted to help people.” Oddly, he frowned after saying so. He sipped his coffee. The frown was gone when he added, “Most people have the tools to turn their lives around all on their own. They just need a little guidance recognizing those tools and learning how to use them.”

      “Good analogy. I guess you really are the son of a carpenter.”

      “Yeah.” He laughed and was once again his sexy self when he asked, “Ready for that sail?”

      “Of course. That’s why I came.”

      Chapter Three

      LOGAN used the motor to maneuver the boat out of its slip at the yacht club. Once away from the shore, he cut the engine and enlisted Mallory to help him hoist the sails. He could have done it by himself. That’s what he usually did, even though it was a lot of work for one person and took some of the pleasure out of the pastime.

      Pleasure.

      That’s what he was experiencing now as he and Mallory stood together on the deck while the boat sliced neatly through the water. He rarely shared Tangled Sheets with anyone. It was his private retreat, his getaway from not only the hustle of the city, but from the fame he’d chased so successfully and the reporters who now chased him. Reporters who were much less dangerous than Mallory Stevens was…at least to hear his agent tell it. Nina Lowman had made Logan promise to call him later in the evening, apparently as proof that he’d survived the encounter. Even so, he didn’t regret his decision to ask Mallory aboard.

      He attributed the invitation to the fact that he’d been without the company of a woman for several months. Scratch that. He’d been without the company of an interesting woman for several months, maybe even for several years. Logan’s last fling, and fling was almost too generous a term for it, had been with a socialite who’d turned out to be every bit as vapid and vacant as she was gorgeous. Tonya may have been stimulating in many regards, but conversation wasn’t one of them. Logan enjoyed smart women. He enjoyed savvy women. Women who were as adept at playing chess as they were strip poker. Logan would bet his last stitch of clothing that Mallory could hold her own in both games.

      So it really was no surprise he was enjoying himself this evening. The bonus was that the feeling appeared to be mutual. Glancing over, he noticed that Mallory was leaning against the rail. Her eyes were closed, and the fine line between her brows had disappeared. Even with her face turned to the wind, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

      For the first time since he’d met her, she looked truly relaxed. And all the more lovely for it, which was saying a lot. The woman was naturally beautiful to begin with: fresh-faced, unmade, unpretentiously СКАЧАТЬ