Gah. All I do is grin like an idiot no matter what he says. “I kinda like you too.”
He thumbs my lower lip, settling in more comfortably while pulling me over on top of him completely. Despite the firm body, he’s surprisingly comfortable.
“What about you? Any exes I should worry about?” he asks, studying my face.
He studies all my expressions. Fortunately I’ve trained against them. But this is one question I can answer honestly.
“I’ve only ever had one truly serious relationship, and I would rather set him on fire than speak to him ever again. Other than that, nothing serious since then, and that was over ten years ago. The rest have been…experiments?”
Okay, I need to shut my mouth because I’m talking too much.
“Experiments?” he asks, reminding me to learn when to stop.
“Wrong word. Um… Hopeless and pointless attempts at having something, then learning no spark was there.”
Good recovery, Lana.
“There’s a spark here,” he says reverently, still running his hands over my bare back.
Smiling, I nod. “There’s definitely a spark.”
He pulls me forward, running his lips along mine. Just as I decide to deepen the kiss, he gets a call.
Cursing, he snatches his phone from the floor. It’s stayed in whatever room we’ve been in all night.
“Bennett here.”
The phone is so loud that I hear the woman on the other end.
“Hey, we have a list of people to look into, but a couple of guys popped. There was one custodial service outsourced to all the apartment buildings. While we looked into them, we dismissed them quickly. When I called them and asked for a list of all payroll employees, I reminded them they were impeding a federal investigation if they didn’t also include the occasional under-the-table gigs. The list miraculously got a lot longer. Two names have priors that make these guys look good for it.”
So I might have been right?
“We’ll meet up in two hours and make a trip out to Boston. Bring all the names on that list, and we’ll go through them on the flight over.”
And that’s all the time we have.
I can see by the look in his eyes that he hates this too.
He covers the mouth of the phone as the girl curses him for being too good at his job.
“If I get him, we’ll have more time together for a little while,” he says, frowning as he studies my face.
Apparently I’m wearing some disappointment, so I mask my expressions and curl into him, kissing his jaw.
“Go catch more bad guys.”
The girl on the other end goes silent.
Logan presses his lips to my forehead, and I soak in his scent one last time before he’s gone. Last time was a brief trip. Maybe I’ll get lucky and things will go that smoothly again.
“You with your profiling girlfriend who helped bring up this lead?” the girl on the line asks.
I really hope she isn’t secretly in love with him, because I detect an edge to her tone that I hope I’m overanalyzing.
“Yeah. I’ll see you guys in a couple of hours. Don’t forget to keep that between us.”
“You know it, boss man. I just hope it helps us get this bastard before another woman is hurt.”