Excerpt

Robert came forward to slap Logan on the back with a wink for her. “If you can’t keep better track of your woman, I may try and steal her from you.”

With a small sigh, she closed her eyes. He wasn’t much better than his son about letting her stay in a bad mood for long.

An older version of Logan, Robert had thick silver hair and still-dark brows. Had she been attracted to older men, he would have been devastating. Father and son, side by side, were nearly overwhelming. Then again, they were both guilty of the same crime. Somehow Robert’s fatherly attitude reduced the magnitude of his part. He may have omitted a few facts, but he hadn’t out and out lied.

Nicole opened her eyes with renewed determination. Logan would not sweep away her feelings in a tide of physical desire. Not this time. His actions had been out of line and he would answer for them.

The other two gentlemen raised their glasses to her as Logan reached out a hand. Smiling for the benefit of her father-in-law-to-be and his friends, she put her small hand in Logan’s strong one, and slowly rose to her feet.

“Don’t worry, darling,” she purred. “I won’t disappear on you until just before the ceremony. It’s no fun to leave the groom standing at the altar during the rehearsal.”

Fluttering eyelashes underscored her biting sarcasm and saccharine smile.

As usual, Logan ignored her sass and wrapped both arms around her, tucking her head under his chin. “Guess I’d better keep you close until after the preacher pronounces us man and wife tomorrow.”

The rush of yearning she felt from his body heat and the fresh scent of his citrus shower gel nearly shook her knees out from under her. Cradling her head to his shoulder, he held her gently, making her feel priceless and treasured.

“And then I’ll keep you closer still.”