His eyes shot to hers once more and he nearly choked on his beer. Forcing it down he set his half empty bottle on the counter, not liking the way every guy within ten feet was focused on Billie.
Billie-Jo Barker. His, Billie-Jo Barker.
“What the hell is that shit?” Dearling enquired as he staggered a bit and nearly knocked Billie over.
“Whoa,” Jason said, “be careful buddy.”
Billie set her beer down as well and Logan noted it was over half full. “Do you know what Skype is, Logan?”
“No,” he said slowly, his eyes burning a hole through the fitted, pink button down top she wore. It had ridden up a bit, exposing her belly ring and a generous expanse of smooth, toned skin.
He needed to get her out of here before he was forced to pound his fist into every single guy in the bar.
“It sounds like some foreign made up thing if you ask me.” His voice dropped to a dangerous level.
“It’s this really awesome program on your computer where you can chat with someone in real time and see them while you’re doing it.”
“Ah huh,” he answered, remembering exactly how they’d chatted the night before. Their Skype conversation had consisted of Billie explaining the intricacies of her new lingerie and then demonstrating said intricacies until he’d just about died.
“You should try it sometime,” she continued.
Jezebel.
“You know,” she licked her lips again and it was then that he noticed they had a hint of red on them. Not too much mind you, but more than the clear gloss she usually used for him. What the hell?
His eyes moved to Jason who was staring with open admiration at Billie’s mouth. How could you not? That damn tongue was peeking out again.
“For when you go away on those long business trips. It’s a great way to keep in touch with family.” She smiled. “Your mother for instance.”
Mother?
“I’ll think about it.”
He’d had enough and leaned forward. “Actually I need to talk to you about something.” He nodded toward the door, amazed that he didn’t sound like a raving, sexually starved lunatic, because that’s exactly how he felt. “Do you mind?”
She sighed and flicked a long, silky wave behind her shoulder. He watched the way it slid back into place, like a snake settling in to rest.
The woman knew how much he loved her hair and she was going to pay for that one.
“I was thinking of having another drink.” She looked at him, a wide-eyed angel—a tantalizing temptress. “Can it wait?”
“Not really.”
She stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes soft and full of mischief. “All right, I should call it a night.” Billie grabbed her coat off the bar and waved to the guys. “Thanks for a great game guys. See you next week.”
“You’re leaving already?” Jason stood. “I can take you home.”
Logan grabbed her elbow. “It’s okay, Danvers. I’ve got this.” He ignored the smirk tossed his way by Shane, and turned toward the door. He wasn’t in the mood for anything other than the woman in front of him, between his legs and begging for more. Begging for something only he could give her.
He pushed Billie forward, his hand on her back as she wove through the crowd.
“Hey,” she swore beneath her breath. “Slow down.”
But Logan didn’t slow down until he had her outside The Grill and next to his truck. She hesitated and glanced around.
“There’s no one out here,” he said tightly, for the first time really hating their dumbass arrangement. Logan decided right then and there that he was done playing games. He was done hiding.
“Get in,” he unlocked his truck.