Like Harvard, Harvard? Or Harvard High School?”

“No,” he said with a laugh. “The Harvard.”

“Get the hell out of here,” she said, eying him funny. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

He shook his head, sending little droplets of water sliding down his cheek.

She was still having trouble believing that a Harvard educated man had been living outside in the wilderness for three years by himself. Was there anyone else like that ever in history? Bella gulped. Right. The Unabomber.

“What did you study?” she asked.

His lips tightened into a line as his eyes dropped back down to the water. “I shouldn’t have brought it up,” he said. “It’s not a part of my life that I like to talk about.”

“Which part don’t you like to talk about?”

He sighed. “All of it.”

Logan turned with a heaviness in his body and swam to the rocks on the other side of the pool. He sat on a rock and laid back, closing his eyes as the lucky water massaged his big muscles.

“Hey!” Bella said, swimming over to him. “You can’t just spit out that you went to freaking Harvard and not give any more details.”

He never opened his eyes as he tilted his head up, letting the sunshine wash over him. “Yes, I can.”

Bella huffed out a breath. “That’s really irritating,” she said, swimming back to the other side. “You have to work on your people skills.”

He chuckled. “I know.”

After a few minutes of silence, they began chatting again. Bella told him about her life, her schooling, her parents, hoping that it would encourage him to open up as well. It didn’t.

But he did listen attentively to every word that she said. She could tell that he wanted to know everything about her. “Why study owls?” he asked when she told him about the dissertation paper that she was surely going to fail.

“I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “They’re cute. I had an owl on my backpack and I panicked when the teacher said that we absolutely had to pick a paper topic in the next five minutes. I saw the owl stitched into my bag and just blurted it out.”

“They’re nocturnal animals,” he said, grinning at her. “Can you see in the dark?”

“No,” she said with a laugh. “Can you?”

“Yes,” he answered simply.

“Great,” she said, giving him a little smirk. “Maybe you can observe them, Harvard boy, and then type it up for me. Ten thousand words. Double spaced.”

He shrugged, his large round shoulders plunging out of the water for two delicious seconds. “I don’t have a computer.”

“That’s something you never hear anymore,” Bella said, shaking her head. “How do you not have a computer?”

He narrowed his eyes on her playfully. “How do you not have an ax?”

“I could order one,” she said with a chuckle. “On my computer.”

“Well I could chop up a computer,” he said with a grin. “With my ax.”

She laughed as she swam a little closer to him. “I didn’t think they still made men like you.”

His heated eyes locked on hers, making her heart skip a beat. “I didn’t think they made women like you.”

She turned away from his gaze, feeling her body heat up. Either the thermal springs raised an extra ten degrees or something else, like a sexy bear shifter, was making it hotter out here.

“Where’s, Cliff?” she asked, turning back around when she finally recovered. “I miss him. Can you bring him out so I can say hi?”

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