Run the Risk. Lori Foster

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      For now, Logan was an enigma.

      She’d shower, dress and get through her errands which, despite what Rowdy said, included buying heavier drapes and blackout blinds for her bedroom—just in case. It was bad enough that Logan had seen her treadmill.

      She didn’t need him seeing anything else.

      Being a woman of her word, she’d insist that dinner be at his place tonight. And after dinner, maybe she’d be able to talk him into round two.

      Letting out a long sigh, she cooled the temp on her shower and stepped in.

      She knew better than to hope for too much; nothing in her life had really changed. She still lived a lie, and she needed to remain in isolation.

      But she couldn’t seem to stop herself from reaching for this one pleasure.

      Her very restrictive existence suddenly looked brighter. For the first time in a long time she had reason to anticipate the day.

      Given half a chance, she’d thank Logan for that—in the limited ways left to her.

      * * *

      WITH HIS CELL PHONE on speaker, Logan paced his small living room and stewed. His hand ached, but he deserved it. Luckily, it was his left he’d injured, not his gun hand. He could shoot adequately with his left, but he had improved aim with his right.

      Even luckier—depending on your point of view—it wasn’t an uncommon accident to have happen on the job site. While he’d cursed a blue streak, the other workers had laughed at him, proof positive that they’d seen it happen before.

      Dash had remembered not to single him out with concern and had, in fact, chewed his ass for being careless, as he would do with any worker.

      But now he’d have a few days off work, and that’d fuck with his cover and his control. He needed to stay busy, to keep his thoughts occupied.

      What the hell was Pepper Yates hiding under those hand-me-down clothes?

      What didn’t she want him to see? To touch?

      Men were simple creatures, women not so much. They always wanted physical attention during sex. Hell, they needed it to get off.

      Not Pepper.

      He could still feel her sliding down his shaft, at first so slowly that she’d made him nuts, then taking him deep. And he could still feel the way her body had tightened around him during her climax.

      A climax she’d reached with little help from him.

      All while dressed. Without a single seductive stroke of his fingers.

      Or his tongue.

      He hadn’t seduced her, hadn’t incited her.

      He hadn’t done anything except supply a dick and then react to her lead. It burned his ass big-time that he felt used.

      It burned him even more that he wanted her to want more.

      Reese finally picked up on the fourth ring and said with irritation, “Anything wrong?”

      His mood gave Logan pause. “Not really, no.”

      Reese cursed. “Then this better be good.”

      “Am I interrupting something?”

      “Actually, yeah, you are.”

      Logan grinned. “New woman?”

      “New puppy. It’s destroying my place.”

      That was so far from what Logan had expected to hear, it threw him. “You got a dog?”

      “It sort of got me. Long story.”

      So he’d taken in a stray? Logan grinned. “You’re such a big softie.”

      Reese snorted. “You want me to come there and kick your ass? Is that it? You’re all lonely and, instead of admitting it, you’re finding a reason to piss me off so I’ll hunt you up?”

      Logan laughed outright.

      Reese said, “Dog, no. No! Damn it.” Then with a growl to Logan, “What’s up?”

      It took some effort to fight off another laugh, but Logan took pity on Reese and got to the point. “I need you to do some specific searching through our collection of photos.”

      “Rowdy?”

      “No.” He knew Reese wouldn’t be happy, but what the hell? Logan had his reasons. “Pepper.”

      Reese paused. “We don’t have much on her. Some small black-and-whites, that’s all.”

      “I know.” And if there was any way Logan could do this himself, he would. The last thing he wanted was another man scrutinizing Pepper’s body. But it’d be too dangerous for him to have the photos around, so he’d have to rely on Reese. “Look at what we have, see if we have any body shots.”

      “Body shots?”

      Forging on, Logan said, “Try to get a read on her…body.”

      “Come again?”

      At least now Reese sounded more interested. “She’s hiding something, something physical I mean.”

      “And you know this…how?”

      No way in hell would he give Reese the nitty-gritty. Pepper Yates was a pawn in the big scheme of things, but for whatever reason, Logan didn’t want to betray her.

      So fucking stupid.

      “Look to see if there are any shots showing her in a blouse, or hell, even a T-shirt. Anything that’ll show…” The words dropped off. What could he say?

      “The size of her rack?” Reese finished for him.

      Logan rubbed his face with his uninjured hand. “Yeah. But more than that, too. Body type. Like is she shapely all over, or athletic, or maybe extra slim—”

      “Damn it, Logan, what the hell are you doing now?”

      “Nothing.” Nothing that he’d share anyway. “I just need to know what I’m dealing with.”

      “Because you’re dealing with her boobs?” Reese grunted. “Never mind. Forget I asked. At least I know you haven’t had sex with her, or you’d know the answer to that one yourself.”

      No, he wouldn’t. But again, not Reese’s business. “Can you try to find some pics or not?”

      “Yeah. Give me till tomorrow morning.”

      Logan looked at the bruising on his hand, flexed his fingers and winced. Being done with the topic of Pepper’s body—for now—he asked, “So did you name the dog?”

      “Cash.”

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