“What kind of woman pulls her attacker to her?” He took the ice, wrapped it in the cloth and gently pressed it to his nose.
“One who knows how to defend herself.”
With a shake of his head, he strode into the bathroom. Agnes sat on the end of the bed watching the screens—where nothing was happening—and finishing the nuts. It was a good job they’d already talked about how pointless a relationship between them would be, because bloodying Logan’s nose was probably a deal-breaker on the romance front.
The nuts were gone, and she’d started on the Pringles by the time Logan came out of the bathroom. His nose was swollen and red, but otherwise he didn’t seem too upset. Sitting beside her, he took the Pringles out of her hands.
“It isn’t broken,” he said as he ate one.
“I pulled my punch.” Which was true. She totally could have broken his nose if she’d wanted. “I could also have kneed you in the balls while you were whining. I think I should get points for not following through.”
“Appreciated.” He returned the Pringles. “Where did you learn to fight?”
She shrugged. “I grew up in a rough neighborhood.”
In silence, they stared at the screens for a few minutes. Adrenaline had left Agnes wide awake, and now she was a little unsure about how to deal with the man in her room.
“Is it wrong that I’m a tad turned on right now?” Logan said at last, giving her a slow, sexy smile. “That was seriously hot. It makes me want to spar with you some more. Only this time, I won’t go easy on you.”
She couldn’t help her answering smile or the warmth that spread throughout her at his comments. “You still wouldn’t stand a chance,” she boasted.
“You’re a fascinating woman, Agnes Sinclair.” He held out his hand for more Pringles and she gave him some.
“If I’d known you were coming, I’d have gotten more snacks.”
“Don’t worry,” he said as he leaned back onto his elbows, his eyes still on the screens. “I hear you know the new code to the kitchen, and Chef’s made coffee walnut cake for tomorrow’s lunch crowd. You know, it would be easier if we put sensors on the doors. That way, if someone opened them, an alarm would sound on our phones.”
“And we could sleep.” Relief flooded her. “Do you have sensors at the security shop?”
“Aye.” He continued staring at the screen.
Agnes gave him less than a minute before she lost patience. “Are you going to get them or what?”
“It’s the middle of the night.”
“And you’re awake anyway.”
With a sigh, he dragged himself off the bed. “You are hard work, Agnes Sinclair,” he said, making her feel inordinately proud. Once he’d put his jacket back on, he held out his hand. “Gimme your keys, and I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“I’ll be waiting,” she called after him.
Five minutes after the door closed, Agnes decided her wait would be more comfortable if she lay down. Thirty seconds after that, she was sound asleep.
Chapter 9
Agnes’ first thought when she woke was that she’d set the heating too high because the room was roasting. Her second thought
was that the bed was much harder than she remembered. No, not harder, firmer. More muscular. Blinking open bleary eyes, she looked up to find Logan’s dark gaze fixed on her.
“For a tiny person, you take up a lot of bed,” he said softly.
There was only fog where her brain should be. “I’m five foot ten in my head.”
“Good to know,” he whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Slowly, she became aware of the reality of her situation. While her legs were still on the mattress, the rest of her was on top of Logan. And it felt good. The heat from his body seeped into her, warming even the coldest parts deep within.
“Why are you in my bed?” Her voice came out as a sleepy rasp.