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Logan took a shower, still feeling oddly cheerful considering the events of the evening. Baiting Wendy was definitely fun, but wow, she packed some punch for such a slight girl. He looked down at the red mark on his chest. It hadn’t really hurt – more surprised him than anything – but he was probably still going to bruise.
He wondered how to make sure she saw the bruise, which was bound to make her feel horribly guilty. Plus there was the huge bonus of being bare-chested in front of her, which was also bound to make her feel awkward.
Wendy might be headstrong and independent, but he was pretty sure her level of experience was far less than his own. Not that he had as much as he let his friends think he did, but he had kissed quite a lot of girls. Which was all he really wanted, because going further meant getting serious, and getting serious meant nagging girlfriends, and who could handle that?
Not me! Logan thought, towelling off.
But having Wendy be so physical was a turn-up for the books. She was certainly a change from the norm. Not remotely girlish or flirty. She threw herself into battle in all senses, no holding back. He bet she’d be a tiger if she ever did kiss anyone. But Wendy wasn’t like that; she appeared to have no interest in the male gender at all. Then again... what about the romance novel? The knight on the cover was everything that was buff, and the book looked very well read. Logan smirked. Weird Wendy was a dark horse all right. He was starting to get curious about her now.
Logan pulled his tablet from his bag and started a search to see if she had an online profile. She did, but it was filled with boring pictures of endangered panda bears and dogs in need of re-homing in Spain. Finally he found one that caught his interest. It was a photo of Wendy feeding carrots to a horse. But her eyes weren’t on the horse, they were gazing with rapt adoration at the man holding it.
Logan raised his eyebrows at the photo. The man embodied rugged hunk all the way from his cowboy boots to his Indiana Jones fedora hat. He wore riding chaps, and his dusty check shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Definitely not a boy. So that was the competition?
Competition? What the blazes did he think of that word for? Wendy was welcome to lust after Mr. Adventure if she wanted, and he was welcome to have her! Logan was just surprised, that was all; he genuinely thought she was into long-haired bleeding hearts. Not that it mattered either way. He just needed to survive the holidays with her, nothing more!
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IN HER BEDROOM, WENDY cursed herself for rolling around with Logan Moss. Any more of that and he would definitely get the wrong impression. There was just something about him that drove her batcrap crazy and made her want to smack that smile off his face. She just wished he would get angry in return. At least anger was an honest emotion, but there was nothing honest about the face he showed the world. Nobody was that unbothered. So clearly he was hiding his feelings; but why? And how deep did they truly run? She had seen him turn occasionally mean when cornered or criticised, but she had yet to even dent his façade that much. So far, he’d been nothing but amused regarding her. Stupid loser Logan!
How could he not be furious about their parents? Didn’t he understand the crisis that was coming? Not just being pushed out of their place as the best-loved only child, not to mention cutting down their inheritances, but what happened when the relationship went sour? The poor new baby didn’t stand a chance of a happy home with those two. She well remembered her parents’ divorce, the years of legal wrangling. But Logan was just shrugging it off!
On the other hand, he was right that there was nothing that they could do. So really, what was the point of getting stressed about it?
Gah! She kicked her bed hard. It was even worse to think of him as being the one who was rational.
Oh well, anything could happen in the months leading up to a new baby. First she just had to survive the holidays with Logan...