true. Her first instinct had been that he was someone she could count on. Watching him with Jordan had confirmed her belief. Despite his gruffness and clear intention to scare the kid straight, Logan wanted to help Jordan. Just like heâd agreed to help her.
Sheâd keep her attraction to him secret. He was still too young and too handsome to look at her as anything but a friend. But what Olivia needed more than anything in her life was a true friend. The knowledge that Logan could be one made her almost giddy.
She was jolted from her musings as his hands wrapped around her upper arms. She hadnât even realized heâd moved. But now he was holding her, almost lifting her off her feet the way he had Jordan. His voice held a sharp edge as he spoke. âDonât trust me and donât depend on me. Iâll only hurt and disappoint you.â
She met his fiery gaze with a measure of steel she hadnât realized she possessed. âEveryone Iâve ever cared about has hurt and disappointed me,â she answered softly. âIâm not sure Iâd know how to function any other way.â
He sucked in a breath at her admission. She was shocked that sheâd said the words out loud. He drew her so close that his lips almost grazed hers.
He wanted to kiss her.
She could see it in his eyes, feel the electricity in the air between them. Heaven help her, she wanted to be kissed by this man. No matter how wrong it was. Despite the differences in their ages, their lives. Every part of her wanted to feel his lips against hers.
She knew that kissing Logan would change her. She was a woman who was ready for that change.
Nothing could have prepared her for this moment but she reveled in the unknown, leaning in ever so slightly.
Chapter Four
L ogan took a step back, wrenching himself away from Olivia. He had to force his hands to release her.
She stumbled forward before righting herself. Her fingersâthose long, elegant fingersâpressed against her lips the way his mouth almost had a moment earlier. Her eyes were hazy with confusion and something else he couldnât name. The truth was he didnât want to understand it, because it might demolish his razor-thin willpower.
âDonât trust me,â he said again, his tone unsteady. There was an undeniable tremor in his voice, but he was damn sure heâd remain in control of this situation. âGo.â He pointed to the door. âYou have to go now, Olivia.â Yelling wasnât necessary. She understood how serious he was because she left without another word, grabbing her purse from the table and practically running for the front of the building.
He wanted Olivia Wilder but he couldnât have her. Didnât deserve her. Of that he had no doubt.
Wanting things beyond his reach was familiar territory for Logan. He had no issues with lowering his expectations of what he could have, what was his rightful due.
He had a life, despite the fact that for several years after his sister died heâd tried to squander it away. Heâd been convinced he didnât deserve to live without Beth, couldnât stand the pain of her loss. But that had changed, and if he was destined to be part of this world, heâd long ago decided to earn his place in it.
That was the only reason he was here with Olivia, he reminded himself.
She was nothing like his sister. Somehow he still saw in her the woman Beth could have become if their fatherâs abuse hadnât broken her spirit. He felt the overwhelming pull of potential that never came to pass being back in Crimson. He knew he was no oneâs hero, but Logan couldnât resist trying to help Olivia.
The only way he could truly help was by resisting his own immense need for her.
He concentrated on the renovation plans once more. When Jordan had finished repainting the wall, Logan sent him to the hardware store and then began nailing sheets of drywall to studs in