Season of Second Chances by Brighton Walsh Read Free Book Online

had dropped from his hand, finally settling her eyes on his and offering him a small smile, it was all the invitation he needed. He motioned for her to scoot over when he got to her, sitting next to her in the chair that, though it was over-sized, was still really only made for one. With an arm across the cushion behind her, he turned and studied her face. She had this...glow about her that he’d always loved seeing. A sparkle in her eyes, a flush in her cheeks. It said she’d gotten fucked and fucked well, and he loved that look. He especially loved that he’d been the one to put it there.
    “Merry Christmas to you.” Her voice was low, and she studied the mug settled in her hand. “I made coffee if you want some.”
    “I’ll get some in a bit, thanks.” With the hand draped over the back of the chair, he reached out for her hair, rubbing the silky strands between his fingers. She’d let it grow out even more in the last couple of years, though he couldn’t complain about that. He’d always loved her hair.
    Still avoiding his eyes, she stared studiously out the window at the snowfall. It would make for an incredibly awkward day if they didn’t talk about this now, and judging from the heaps of white outside, planes were going to be grounded yet again today.
    “So...” he said, tugging on her hair lightly to get her attention.
    She breathed out a laugh and turned to look at him. “So.”
    It wasn’t even a conscious action when he brought his thumb to her lower lip, feeling the smile on her mouth. He took it as a good sign that she didn’t pull away. Or kick him in the balls. Taking a deep breath, he said, “I know things got out of control last night...”
    “Yeah.”
    “Should we...do we need to talk about protection?”
    “Oh, yeah.” She cleared her throat, shifting slightly. “Well, I’m still on the pill. And, um, I’ve been safe. You?”
    He managed a nod, not wanting to think about the times she’d been safe or he’d tear out of the condo and hunt down each and every man who’d had the pleasure of being with her. Rational? No, but no one could ever accuse him of being rational when it came to her.
    “Even though things went farther than I think either of us planned, I want you to know I wouldn’t change anything. I don’t regret it, Claire.” He knew he should ask if she did, but he couldn’t bring himself to, fearing what her answer might be.
    “I know,” she said, looking down before back up into his eyes again. “I just...I don’t know what to think about all this. I’m not a casual sex kind of girl—you know that. And add in our history? It just...it seems like a recipe for a mega fucking disaster.”
    It wasn’t exactly what he’d been hoping to hear. Though, honestly, he didn’t think Fuck me again , Logan was realistic of him to expect.
    “No, I get it. We can back off.” He chuckled lowly. “God knows I definitely don’t want to, but I will. For you.”
    She stared at him, her eyes darting between his, seemingly trying to read his intentions. “Thank you.” Nodding, she looked down at her lap. “I think that’d be for the best.”
    He relaxed into the chair, fingers still playing absently with the strands of her hair. He disagreed, wholeheartedly, but he’d go along with it.
    For now.

Chapter Seven
    Even though Logan had promised to step back, Claire knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, that him simply declaring it would make it so and their sexual attraction would magically dissipate. And that fact was perfectly obvious as she watched him in the kitchen, his hair still wet from his shower. His sweater stretched perfectly across his back and shoulders, and she cursed herself for not insisting they turn on a light last night.
    But, no. No . That’d be even worse, because then she’d have visual aids to assist her fantasies, instead of simply relying on the foggy memories of what his body had once looked like.
    His phone rang, startling her out of her