He rocked his erection against her mound and she cried out into his mouth as shooting sparks flamed her cunt. She was throbbing, aching, desperate to feel his hard shaft buried inside her. That night in the alley had filled her dreams for a week now, making her want with an intensity that kept her awake nights. She'd brought herself to orgasm after orgasm visualizing Logan fucking that redhead, until the images blurred and the redhead became her. Yet she was never satisfied. That lingering desire blasted full force now, and she whimpered when he squeezed her buttocks and pulled her tighter against his hard-on.
Desperate to feel him, she reached between them and palmed his cock, rewarded with a muttered curse that tore from his lips like an accusation. She didn't care. She knew his desire, knew he'd dreamed of her the same way she'd dreamed of him. He could deny it all he wanted to, but the fact was, they would make love someday.
And if he wanted it right now, she'd give it to him. She didn't want to wait another minute.
He moved one hand over her hip and rib cage, then settled on her breast, easily finding the distended nipple through the thin cotton of her blouse. When he rolled the bud between his fingers, she cried out and arched her back, needing more of the sweet torment.
Goddess, she could come right now just from him petting her nipple.
But then a shock of cold air swept into the room, a frigid breeze blowing out half the candles. Logan stepped away and she opened her eyes.
The heat that had been there seconds ago was gone, replaced by the icy chill of his anger.
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"You aren't my type, Sophie. We have nothing in common. You don't have a damn thing I'm interested in. Leave me alone." Turning quickly on his heel, he strode through the beads. She followed, trying to calm the raging desire that hadn't yet abated.
She knew this wasn't going to be easy. Why she had thought he'd come in here today and take her words as true had been nothing more than wishful thinking on her part.
But she wouldn't give up. She couldn't. His life and the lives of his family depended on her persistence.
Her gaze swept to Samantha's wide-eyed look of surprise, then over to Joshua's glare. Logan paused, nodded curtly to both of them and left the shop without another word.
He'd left without believing in her.
But she wouldn't think of this as a failure.
After all, he had come here, had heard her calling to him.
This was just going to take time. And she'd take whatever time necessary to assure his safety. It was her destiny to do so.
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Chapter Three
Logan stormed out of the shop and ran smack into Aidan, who smiled and arched a brow.
"Did you have some urgent need to have your fortune told? Maybe a burning desire to buy some tarot cards?"
Shit, shit, shit! This he did not need. He tried to brush past Aidan, but his brother wouldn't allow it. He grabbed Logan's arm. "We took care of Santiago, so you don't have any reason to hurry back. We really want to hear this story."
Logan looked behind Aidan to see Lissa standing there, her eyes as wide as saucers.
She probably thought he'd lost his mind.
She was probably right.
"I don't want to talk about it," he said.
"You don't have to. We'll just ask the beautiful woman behind you."
Logan turned to find Sophie standing in the doorway. She stepped toward him and handed him his wallet.
"You forgot this. I'm glad I caught you before you left." She turned to Aidan and Lissa and smiled, holding out her hand. "Hello. I'm Sophie Breaux."
The day had just gone completely to hell. Aidan and Lissa waited expectantly.
Christ, he didn't want to do this!
"Sophie, this is my brother Aidan and his fiancee, Melissa."
"Call me Lissa. I love your shop. I've passed by it many times, but haven't had a chance to go in. All this magic stuff intrigues me," she added, winking at Aidan.
Sophie beamed. "Thank you! Please, come inside and let me show you around."
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Before he could object, and really, what would he have said to Lissa anyway, she followed Sophie inside, leaving him standing there with Aidan.
A very curious Aidan, knowing his nosy brother.
"Well?"
"Well, what?" Although there was no sense in playing dumb.
"Who's la belle jeune fille?"
"Just a woman I met."
Arching a brow, Aidan said, "She doesn't really look your type."
Logan didn't even know he had a "type". "I'm not dating her, Aidan."
"Then what are you doing with her?"
"Nothing."
"Didn't look like nothing to me. C'mon, mon frere, you don't just date women. And you sure as hell don't take off in the middle of a business meeting to follow a pretty skirt. So, give me the details."
"She's nobody. Nothing to me. I met her a week or so ago and she thinks she can con me."
"Con you. How?"
"Aidan! Do you know what Sophie does?"
Logan turned at the sound of Lissa's voice. She was grinning and tugging at Aidan's hand.
"No, cher, tell me what Sophie does."
"She's a fortune-teller. And a damn good one, too."
Aidan smirked at Logan and then grinned at Lissa. "Oh yeah?"
"Yes. You should see the stuff in her shop. And she comes from a long line of voodoo priestesses."
Voodoo? Logan didn't know that. Priestess? Sophie?
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Bullshit.
"Voodoo, huh?" Aidan said, shifting his gaze to Sophie.
"My grandmere was Lisette Pilar," Sophie added quietly.
Lisette Pilar was a very famous Creole woman whose voodoo magic was legendary in New Orleans. Which didn't mean a damn thing as far as Sophi
e's legitimacy as a fortune-teller. Logan turned away, refusing to notice the way her dark lashes swept against her sculpted cheekbones when she bowed her head.
As if she was embarrassed. The woman was one hell of an actress.
"It's all for show," Logan said.
Lissa's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? It is not. She told me things that..."
"What? She told you what?"
Lissa blushed. "Trust me. She's the real deal." Quickly turning away from Logan's glare, she looked at Aidan. "Anyway, wouldn't she be great as entertainment for the Mardi Gras ball at the hotel?"
Aidan pursed his lips. "An authentic voodoo priestess? In full costume?" His eyes gleamed and he grinned.
Lissa nodded. "Exactly. We'll make the patrons pay a bundle for her services.
Sophie will get a cut, and the rest will go toward the children's charity fund."
Damn. Charity. Leave it to Lissa to let her heart bleed all over the street.
"Bad idea," Logan said.
"Great idea," Aidan countered. "I love it. Sophie, you interested?"
Sophie looked from Aidan to Logan. Logan hoped the frosty look he leveled at her would dissuade her from doing something really stupid. Like agreeing to perform at the ball.
Her full lips curved in a soft smile. Clearly, she wasn't the least bit intimidated by Logan's trademark glare. "I'd be honored to participate, as long as you don't pay me anything. I'd love to contribute to the children's charity fund," she replied.
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"Wonderful!" Lissa exclaimed. "Aidan, come inside the shop and look around with me. I have so much to tell you."
"You two go back inside," Aidan said. "I need to talk to Logan for a minute. I'll be right there."
After the women left, Aidan turned to him. "Okay, now don't give me the crap you did before. Tell me what Sophie is to you."
Logan jammed his hands in his coat pockets. "She's nothing to me. I told you that already."
"If she's nothing, why did you leave the meeting and follow her? And why did you let her tell your fortune?"
"I don't want to talk about this. She's a fraud, Aidan. I don't want her at the ball.
She'll embarrass the family."
"First off, she's gorgeous and she'll draw a crowd. Second, if Lissa says she's legit, then she is. Lissa would never put the business in a compromising position and you know that."