The Bodyguard's Christmas Proposal

Her brows pulled into a frown.

‘Sorry?’

‘We had great sex. Not just sex,’ he deadpanned.

She hesitated.

‘What are you doing, Logan?’

‘I’m lightening the mood.’ He shrugged, his heart hammering.

‘Oh. Well...’ She wavered, clearly trying to pull herself together. ‘I’m glad you think so.’

‘You don’t? It was the way you screamed my name that gave it away.’

She blushed faintly and he found it surprisingly becoming. Still, she wasn’t backing down.

‘I may need another demonstration just to be certain.’

‘I’m sure I can oblige,’ he drawled.

‘You don’t need to get home for Jamie?’

‘Jamie is going to spend the next couple of days on a road trip with his grandparents whilst I’m on call tomorrow, and I have that hospital fundraiser on the twelfth.’

‘I keep forgetting about that.’ She pulled a face. ‘I can’t say I enjoy fundraisers either. And before you say it, yes, there are plenty of things that I enjoy.’

‘I know there are. Running and ice-skating for a start...’

‘Right.’ She bobbed her head gratefully. ‘Great sex with you, for another.’

This time there was nothing subtle about her flush. A stain of fiery red spilled over her cheeks and extended down into the soft T she was wearing. It made him want to rip it off her and explore exactly how far.

It was the effect she’d been having on him ever since they’d first met. Yet having her tonight hadn’t satiated that driving need. If anything, it had only deepened the thirst.

‘That’s one hell of a blush for someone who was so bold in that shower.’

‘Maybe I felt more confident there,’ she tried to quip.

‘And you don’t now?’

‘Not when we’re talking about hospital fundraisers.’ She was diverting the conversation, but he let her. ‘I never really know anyone and it’s all about networking.’

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her to go to the ball with him. As his date.

Logan stopped himself just in time. He might have realised that he was only lying to himself by pretending that this thing with Kat was no strings, that some traitorous part of him didn’t want more, but that didn’t mean coming out to the entire hospital as a couple.

The question still remained: how much more did he want? How much more did Kat want?

Up until a month ago he’d had no intention—no desire—to even date. The ground was shifting so fast beneath his feet that Logan could hardly keep his balance. Yet there was a vast distance between a one-night stand and taking a colleague on a date to a work fundraising ball.

He refused to think beyond that because anything more—never mind with a woman he’d met a scant few weeks earlier—was truly preposterous.

Of course it was.

And yet...there was no escaping the fact that Kat got under his skin a way no one else—not even Sophia—ever had.

His head felt insanely jumbled. But it wasn’t the worst sensation. He watched her reaching for another spoonful of chicken with stem ginger and one of egg fried rice, already knowing just how she would fold the two together on her plate until it was mixed just the way she liked it.