Logan felt like they were already alone in that room she’d offered to share. Felt like he was already home. Which was dangerous. Because he had too much going on to get serious with anyone. All he had the time and energy for was a fling. And after just ten minutes with her, Logan got the impression Brooke could drag him deeper than he wanted to go.
Nope. Didn’t matter. This hurricane was their version—however temporary—of being stranded on an island together. He’d enjoy the perks of it. Then go back to dealing with the crisis waiting for him in D.C. And then head out to the next disaster zone. Brooke would be a memory. A happy way to wash away the last month of sadness and exhaustion from his soul. Nothing more.
Grabbing the handle of her suitcase—and yeah, brushing her thighs with his knuckles in the process, because this sure as hell wasn’t his first rodeo—Logan said, “Let’s get out of here.” As they walked the twenty steps out of the terminal, he asked, “Got any ideas on how to pass the time waiting for the storm to hit?”
“I didn’t before you showed up. Now I’ve got all sorts of ideas.”
Best. Hurricane. Ever.
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