All of Me, Leeanna Morgan [cheapest way to read ebooks .txt] 📗

She flicked the lock and pulled the door open. “You don’t have to be so impatient. We heard you the first time.”

Logan raised his eyebrows. “We?”

“Molly and I. We’re having dinner.”

“Oh.” He looked happy about something. “Mind if I join you?”

He didn’t wait to be invited in. Within minutes, he was standing behind the kitchen counter with an empty bowl in his hands.

Tess decided she’d been grumpy enough for one day. Besides, she owed him an apology. A big apology. “We’re already onto our second bowl of Chinese takeout. Help yourself.”

The phone rang and Tess ignored it.

Logan glanced at her as he slid green pepper beef into his bowl. “You want to tell me why you’re ignoring your phone? I tried calling at least four times tonight.”

“She’s getting propositioned by freaks,” Molly said. “I want her to come home with me, but she won’t budge.”

Tess turned to Molly. “Your apartment is cute, but small. It’s barely big enough for you and your sister. I won’t sleep in your bed and your sofa is a two-seater.”

“It might be small, but it’s comfortable.”

Tess pointed to her knees. “Most of my legs would dangle over the edge of the sofa.”

Logan’s eyes traveled down the length of the legs in question. A prickly white hot heat shot along Tess’ nerve endings. It left her feeling super aware of the way his cotton shirt hugged his chest, the way he froze as her eyes traveled over what she could see of his body.

“You can stay with me.”

Tess blinked. She must have imagined what he’d said. He couldn’t have asked her to stay, not when her body was imagining what she could do with more white hot heat.

Logan reached for a fork and started eating.

His eyes never left Tess’ face. She didn’t know where to look, what to do with the surge of adrenaline screaming through her body.

“That’s a fine idea.” Molly finished her takeout and put her laptop away. “I’ll help you pack a bag, Tess.”

The phone rang again and Tess groaned when Molly and Logan looked at her. “I’m okay. No one’s going to do anything strange.”

“You’re right, because they’re not going to get the chance. You either pack a bag with Molly or I take you back to my home without one. My pajamas should fit you.”

Tess felt mildly insulted that he thought his pajamas would fit her petite six-foot frame. “You’re enormous. I’d swim in your PJs.”

Logan smiled. “All the more reason for you to pack your own bag. Just imagine how embarrassed you’d feel if I proved you wrong.”

Tess glanced at Molly. She was busy tidying up their dinner dishes. At least Logan’s mom was still in Bozeman. She hadn’t seen Kathy since their visit to Yellowstone. She could ask her about Logan when he was growing up. Her stories would keep Logan away from their conversation and away from her.

“Okay. I’ll go with you. But I’m taking my own car. I need to be back at the café by five thirty tomorrow morning.”

Logan shook his head. “There’s still at least six reporters sitting outside. You’re coming in my truck in case we need to play cat and mouse to get them off our tail.”

Tess dimmed the lights and flicked one of the curtains aside that overlooked Main Street.

Logan stood beside her. “There’s a black SUV about twenty feet north of your café on the opposite side of the street. A red Ford is parked behind it, and a white SUV is parked outside Emily’s boutique.”

Tess saw two of the vehicles, but the third was hidden by the front porch. “If I go with you, can you drop me back here in the morning?”

Logan nodded. “I’ll even cook French toast for breakfast.”

Tess pulled a face. “You don’t have to do that. I’m having trouble getting into my jeans now. French toast would kill me.”

“You look good to me.”

Tess felt a blush work its way across her face.

Molly picked up her laptop. “That was easier than I thought it would be. You must have the luck of the Irish, Logan.”

“There was nothing lucky about it,” Tess said as she headed toward her bedroom. “By tomorrow morning, he’ll be regretting his offer.”

“Don’t tell me you sleepwalk. Do I need to hide all of the kitchen knives?”

Tess looked over her shoulder and grinned. “I don’t sleepwalk, I sleep-talk. All of the time. Why do you think I’m still single?”

“Because you have a thing against men who are shorter than you?”

Tess sent him a withering glare.

“As long as you don’t scream in your sleep we’ll get along fine.”

Tess smiled at her unsuspecting roommate. He didn’t know what he’d let himself in for.

It hadn’t taken much for Logan to get Tess away unseen from her apartment. When he’d arrived, he’d parked his truck on the next street over. Tess hadn’t been too thrilled about climbing a fence to get to his truck, but she’d done it anyway.

On the way home, she’d insisted they take a detour to a drugstore. Anyone looking at her wouldn’t have thought she was being hunted by the local media. With her blond hair bunched under a baseball cap and baggy jeans and a sweater on, she looked like any other late night shopper cruising the drugstore aisles.

He didn’t have the heart to tell her that wearing baggy clothes and no makeup wouldn’t make people notice her less. It was near on impossible to fade into the background when you were six-foot tall. Add in a personality that sparkled even in suburban Bozeman, and you had a sure-fire way to get noticed.

As they pulled into his garage, she leaned back in her seat and smiled. “That wasn’t so bad.”

“Were you expecting lights and sirens with a car chase or two?”

Tess opened her door and lifted her suitcase off the back seat. “I thought one of the reporters might have wondered where we’d gone.”

“I’m sure they did.”

Tess looked at him suspiciously. “What did you do?”

“Molly might have used some pillows and cushions in her car to make it look as though someone was sitting beside her.”

“She did?” Instead of being concerned, Tess seemed grateful. “I’ll give her a call when we get inside to make sure she got home safely.”

Logan took Tess’ case out of her hand and carried it inside. “You can sleep upstairs in the main bedroom. It’s got its own bathroom and walk-in closet.”

“Where will you sleep?”

Logan nodded to a corridor beside the main staircase. “When I bought the house there was a big guest suite downstairs. I sleep in there.”

Tess followed him upstairs. He stopped beside each room, giving her a guided tour. “One day I’ll repaint the rooms, but for now they’re okay.”

“I like the rooms. They’re not overdone with chintz and satin.”

Logan smiled. “I take it you’ve lived with chintz and satin and didn’t like it.”

“You could say that.”

He stepped inside the last bedroom. “This is the main bedroom. It’s got a great view of the mountains and gets all of the morning sun.” He left Tess’ case on the bed and looked around the room. “There’s a walk-in closet behind that door, and in here…” He opened another door. “Is the bathroom. I’ll get you some towels.”

When he got back to the room, Tess was pulling her cell phone out of her pocket.

“I’ll call Molly and let her know we’re okay.”

He hung the towels up and left an extra one on the end of Tess’ bed. By the time he’d grabbed an extra blanket out of the hall closet, Tess was off the phone. “Did Molly get home safely?”

Tess snapped her phone shut and smiled. “The black SUV followed her so she drove to the police department. The reporters won’t be bothering her again.”

“I should have called Dylan.”

“Molly’s okay. Her sister was home when she got there. She promised to call the police if anything strange happens.”

Logan ran his hands through his hair. “I shouldn’t have written the follow-up story about Connie’s wedding. If Jilly hadn’t read about The Bridesmaids Club, none of this would have happened. Connie and Dave…”

“Wouldn’t have had a beautiful wedding. Do you know how much Mrs. Thompson enjoyed seeing her daughter get married? You made Connie’s wedding day special because you were willing to help us. You helped create memories Mrs. Thompson’s family will never forget. What came next wasn’t your fault.” Tess looked at her suitcase and frowned. “I’ve got an apology to make. I’m sorry for thinking you gave Jilly the photos she printed in the paper. I should have trusted you more.”