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with him for the rest of her life. If he
didn’t feel the same she didn’t know what she would do.
    He came
back and slid in beside her, handing her a brandy.
    ‘Drink
it. Dutch courage,’ he murmured ironically, and Abigail tried to sip the fiery
liquid. It made her choke and she felt once again unspeakably young, far
distant from Logan. Ha hands trembled on the table-top and she looked down at
them in despair, almost jumping when one of Logan’s strong hands covered both
hers.
    ‘Sweet,
sweet Abbie.’ he whispered. He leaned forward, his lips tracing her tender
jawline and then with a groan he put his drink down and moved closer, his arm
coming round her shoulders. ‘I give in,’ he breathed. His wrist tilted her chin
and as she looked into his burning eyes his mouth closed ova ha own in urgent
possession.
     
    Nothing
could have stopped her kissing him back. Her head was against his shoulder, her
lips parted in surrender, and Logan’s mouth covered has with masterful
tenderness. She forgot the dimly lit room, the many people, and once again it
was Logan who stopped. ‘We have to go,’ he breathed, his lips tracing her ho
cheeks.
     ‘We seem
to choose the damnedest places,’
    He took
her hand, helping her out from the bench, and then they were walking from the
place, Logan lifting hand to his lips as they went back to the car. In the dark
privacy of the Jaguar he pulled her to him, his hand smoothing her hair and
then cupping her cheek ‘What would you say if I asked you to come back  to my
flat with me?’ he asked huskily, looking deeply into her eyes. In the light
front the inn she could see the harshness of his face, the almost rueful twist
to his mouth.
    And she had no doubt at all
about what he meant. ‘I would say yes,’ she whispered. ‘I love you, Logan. I
don’t want to be anywhere except with you.’
    ‘Why are
you so sweet, so beautiful?’ he groaned against her hair. He looked down at her
and kissed her very gently. ‘I never want to let you out of my sight,’ he
murmured against her lips. ‘Every time we’re together I try to be sensible but
parting from you is agonising. Don’t leave me ever again, Abigail.’
    ‘I
won’t,’ she whispered. He put her gently away and started the car and Abigail
rested her head against his shoulder. She had wanted to go with Logan the first time she had seen him. She had wanted to ran to him and be swept up into
his arms. It was no shock. It was fate—her fate—and she would stay with him as
he wanted her. No thought of home, or her father entered her mind. She was
where she was meant to be-with Logan.
     
    In his flat she was
impressed by the taste and luxury a she looked around with wide-eyed interest.
    ‘Can I
explore?’ She didn’t look at him because that they were here she just could not
believe it. She was slightly afraid too—afraid of the unknown.
    ‘No,’ he
said quietly. ‘You can explore later.’ He took her into his arms, turning her
towards him. ‘Don’t afraid of me. I want you, my sweet darling, and I would
never hurt you.’
    The way
he was looking at her was heavenly Abigail melted in his arms. She believed
him. Logan would never hurt her.
    ‘Don’t
ever send me away,’ she whispered, looking into his eyes, and he swept her up
against the hard of his chest, holding her tightly as he walked to bedroom.
    ‘Never in
my whole life,’ he promised thickly. ‘I couldn’t exist if you were not beside
me.’
    He
undressed her gently and slowly and Abigail watched with dazed eyes as Logan undressed. She had never seen a man naked before and his burning eyes never left her
as he drank in the sight of her loveliness. Her black hair was spread across
the pillow, her silken limbs a temptation that brought fluting desire to her
face. When he came to her and drew ha close, Abigail gave a sigh of contentment
and Logan looked down at her.
     ‘What?’
he murmured, and she smiled, a siren look of enchantment about her