Dark Angel (Casteel 2)

day when I was grown up."

"She told you that?"

His soft kiss found my lips. A number of times

Logan had kissed me, and not once had I felt as

aroused by his clumsy, boyish approaches as I did by

a man who obviously knew exactly what to do to

make my skin tingle. When I should have known better, I responded much too quickly, then jerked away. "You don't have to take pity on me and make

up lies."

"I would never lie to you about something so

important." Both his hands cupped my head so he

could tip it at an angle that suited him, and his next

kiss on my lips was more intense. I could hardly

breathe. "The more I think back, the more I remember

how much I loved your mother."

Gently he eased me back on the hill of hay,

holding me close to his chest, as my arms rose

automatically to encircle him. "Go on. Tell me more." "Not now, Heaven, not now. Just let me hold

you until the storm is over. Let me think more about

what's happening between us. I have held back from

loving you. I don't want to be just another man who

hurts you."

"I'm not afraid."

"You're only eighteen. I'm twenty-three." I couldn't believe what I said next. "Jessie

Shackle-ton was seventy-five when he married Lettie

Joyner who lived ten miles outside the Willies, and

she gave him three sons and two daughters before he

died at age ninety."

He groaned and buried his face in my wet hair. "Don't tell me anything more. We both need to think

before it's too late to stop what's already begun." Wonder filled me. He did love me! It was in his

voice, in the way he held me and tried to warn me. With the pounding of the rain overhead, with