Your Captivating Love (The Bennett Family 2)

Logan looks exactly like his father; they have the same tall, muscular build and dark eyes. His mother is small and there’s something very feminine about her, even though she’s wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Alice is her spitting image. “You already know Pippa and Alice.” Both of them smile at me. “This is Summer.”

Summer is a beauty. To her sides are two of the brothers I haven’t met.

“And these are—” Logan begins.

“Blake and Daniel,” I finish for him. He frowns as everyone walks into the store, except for the twins and us.

Blake cracks a smile. “Ah, we don’t even need an introduction.”

“Our reputation precedes us,” Daniel says.

“You’ve met?” Logan asks doubtfully.

“Ava showed me a family picture,” I say.

“And out of the gazillion Bennetts in it, she remembers us,” Blake says. “You have fantastic taste.”

“I beg to differ,” Daniel says. “She would’ve had great taste if she went out with one of us. Instead, she chose Logan.”

The twins grin and, even though their appearance is nothing alike, their grins are similar. Daniel winks at me, and I decide to play this for all it’s worth.

“There are some delicious male genes in this family,” I affirm, and Logan growls.

Seemingly satisfied with having gotten their brother riled up, the twins enter the store.

“Delicious genes, huh?” Logan asks, encircling my waist.

“Easy, caveman. You’re so territorial. They’re your brothers; we were messing with you.” After a pause, I add, “What is everyone doing here?”

“Well,” Logan starts, “remember how I told you I have a family thing today?”

“Yeah.”

“And you needed major renovation help, so I decided to ask them if they’d like to join us here. That way, you have a renovation team, and I spend the day with you and them. Everybody wins.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I look inside the store as the family mills around. “I’m not sure how much of a win it is for them. I mean, I’m sure they had way better plans for their Sunday.”

“Nadine, relax.” He takes my hands in his. “My family loves to help. I’ve told them about you and—”

“When did you tell them about me?” I ask suspiciously.

“While you were in the tub last night. Also, I told them about the rotten floor. We’re going to fix it.”

“Thank you for doing this,” I tell him. Mentally, I calculate how much time this one day will s

ave me.

As if reading my mind, Logan says, “That'll cut your work time.”

“Yes. Maybe I can even open before Christmas. Ohhh, I can’t wait to decorate my store.”

“You have a miles-long to-do list, and the first thing on your mind is Christmas decorations?”

“Hey, a girl needs to have her priorities straight.”

“Indeed.”

“How can I thank you for doing this?”