To Marry McKenzie

mother; or do I have to find some other way of meeting her?'

'Why can't you just accept that it's over?' Logan demanded. 'And be grateful

that it is!'

'Will you?' she persisted stubbornly, totally ignoring his words.

He stood up abruptly. 'No, I will not!' he roared. 'Why can't you just leave

the situation alone? My mother will carry on acting, your father will get

over his disappointment, and you—'

7 won't rest until I've talked to your mother!' Her eyes flashed up at him.

Logan stared down at her frustratedly for several long seconds. She really

was the most stubborn—

As stubborn as he was himself...?

Probably, he acknowledged ruefully, his anger starting to fade. If Darcy

really was serious about meeting his mother—and it appeared she definitely

was!—then wouldn't it be better if he were present when the two met?

Most definitely!

'Okay,' he conceded frustratedly. 'I'll speak to my mother some time

tomorrow and see if she's willing to meet you. Will that satisfy you?' It was

as far as he was willing to go, so it had better suit her!

Darcy's answer to that was to smile.

At which point Logan felt that sledgehammer hitting his chest, again totally

taking his breath away!

'Thank you, Logan,' Darcy said with warm gratitude before standing up.

'Can I get you some more coffee?' she offered politely.

'Coffee...?' he echoed in what sounded like a strangulated voice.

She turned from filling the kettle, brows arched. 'Unless you have to leave

now?'

Normally she was very tired when she returned from working in the

restaurant, but tonight she was too hyped after the evening's activities to be

able to go straight to bed, and would need a couple of cups of coffee and a

short read before feeling she would be able to sleep. But obviously Logan

hadn't had the same stimulus.

He did look rather grim, however. No doubt because of her determination to

meet his mother. But she couldn't help that, felt it was something she needed

to do.

Although, in the last few minutes, she had had to do some revising of her

earlier opinions concerning Logan's relationship with his mother. She had

assumed Logan didn't want her father to marry his mother because he wasn't

good enough for her. Logan's comments since arriving back here implied

something else completely; he didn't like his mother. Which to Darcy was

awful. How could he not like his own mother? And if Logan didn't like her,

what chance did she have of doing so...?

'Logan?' she prompted worriedly as he still made no effort to answer her.

Just stared at her with those dark blue eyes...

He stepped forward, standing only inches away from her now. 'What the

hell is it about you?' he muttered angrily.

Darcy gave him a startled look. 'What?'

Logan shook his head self-disgustedly. 'Every time you smile I want to kiss

you.'

Her eyes widened even more, and she was too stunned by the admission to

step back as he pulled her effortlessly into his arms, anything she might

have wanted to say dying in her throat as Logan's mouth claimed hers.

He might feel an urge to kiss her every time she smiled, but every time he

did she melted! Her legs became likejelly, the soft contours of her" body

melded into his much harder ones, her lips parting invitingly as the kiss

deepened.

Her hands moved up to grasp the width of his shoulders. Not that she was in

danger of falling; Logan was holding her much too tightly against him for

that to happen. She just liked the feel of Logan, the hard strength of his

body, the caress of his hands against her.

Hands that moved restlessly across her back, and lower spine, before

searching out the soft pertness of her breasts, Darcy gasping low in her

throat as he sought and found the hardened tips, the caress of his thumbs

sending pleasure coursing through her whole body.

Logan broke the kiss, his lips against her throat now, tongue seeking the

hollows at its base as he moved aside the material of her blouse, his breath

warm against her breasts.

Darcy was burning, yearning, wanted—she wanted this never to stop!

Logan's lips and tongue touched the creamy softness of her breasts, his

hands trembling slightly as they moved to unbutton the front of her blouse,

peeling the garment aside once he had done so, the clasp of her bra easily

dispensed with too.

There was a slight flush in Logan's cheeks as he looked down at her

nakedness. 'You are so beautiful!' he groaned achingly, his hands cupping

her breasts as his lips moved down to kiss each rosy tip, his tongue moving

moistly against the aching hardness.

Darcy felt weak with desire, her body hot and feverish, trembling so badly

now she could barely stand up. She wanted this man. Wanted him naked

against her, wanted to feel the hard planes of his body, to caress him as he