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breathing and the kettle the only sound in the kitchen. She was the first to recover. She hurried over to the stove and removed the teakettle. He watched her, trying to catch his breath and think of something to say.  
    “I think I will just go to bed,” she said, without turning around.  
    She moved past him but he stopped her. He wrapped his hand around her delicate wrist. She turned to look at him and in that instant, he saw the vulnerability he had always sensed but never witnessed. She didn’t look like the hardened grifter, but like a woman with a heart that could be damaged.  
    “Please don’t.”  
    He barely heard her whisper, but he did hear the way her voice quivered. He could have her. Logan knew it and so did she. They could throw caution to the wind and make love, right there.  
    It would be soul shattering…and devastating.  
    He looked down at his hand on her wrist.  
    “Logan, please.”  
     It was a simple request and for a moment, he wanted to say no. He never manhandled women, and he wasn’t ready to start now. But…he hated that she was leaving like this.  
    “I’m sorry.”  
    The moment he said the words, her face paled. He regretted them more than anything else that had happened between them. He wanted to call them back, but she didn’t give him a chance. Her eyes hardened and she ground her teeth together.  
    “That’s makes two of us.” She wrenched her arm away from him, and hurried out of the kitchen.  
    He leaned against the counter and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the way his body had responded. It wasn’t that he’d been attracted to her, or he wanted to shag her until both of them could not walk a straight line, that scared him. There was something else that had him worrying. That one little kiss had touched something inside of him.  
    They weren’t going to be able to ignore it. If they never saw each other again, he would still want her. Not the normal kind of need that he was accustomed to. This was something that he knew would leave them both damaged if things went wrong.  
    Logan thought back to the kiss, the way she had felt in his arms, and the way it had just felt…right. He kept his relationships easy. He could count his former lovers among his friends…those that were still alive. He knew without a doubt, with the level of need he felt for Meghan, there would be no friendship if it failed.  
    But for the life of him, Logan couldn’t stop thinking it would definitely be worth it.  
    * * * *  
    Meg made it to her room before she broke down. She shut the door, locked it, then leaned back up against it. It wasn’t to keep Logan out, it was to keep her in.  
    Her body was still shaking from the brief kiss. It had been simple, not all that erotic, but she yearned. God, she ached from it.  
    She knew what that meant. Shaking her head, she walked away from the door as if it were on fire. She didn’t need this. He wasn’t supposed to be her one . She wanted to help the Clan, but not be part of it, tied to a man who didn’t accept her for who she was.  
    She’d done that once before and barely escaped with her soul intact. She could not do it again.  
    Pacing in front of her bed, she sorted through her feelings. She had been attracted to him from the beginning. Now though, she hurt with need. Actually felt sick because he wasn’t near her.  
    The air shifted around her and she sighed. “Come out of hiding.”  
    Rena appeared in front of her. “What happened?”  
    “Nothing.”  
    Rena crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “I felt it. Something is wrong.”  
    She could keep lying, but that would get her nowhere. Rena would not give up. And Meg was tired. She was so very tired.  
    “Logan kissed me.”  
    “Ah,” she said, as she sat down on the floor.  
    “Just make yourself at home.”  
    Rena smiled. “I always do. Now, tell me, why you are out of sorts. It was only a kiss, correct?”  
    She nodded and walked away