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chest, she waited, looking at him through the window, her expression open and
honest, hiding nothing. The same as at the auction when she’d seemed so alone
on the stage, her gaze lost in his, until the bidding on her had closed. She’d
stared at the man who’d won her as though she didn’t know what to expect. Logan
wondered if she’d worried about that from him too, now that she was here. Is
that why she’d been doing research on her computer? Had it been about his
professional background, not anything bad or—
    She smiled.
    Just like that, Logan forgot to question anything more,
captivated by the deep dimple on her right cheek. It didn’t seem possible, but
it made her appear even younger, fucking pure and innocent. He swallowed and
stared, the same as she did with him, neither of them moving, their behavior no
different from when he’d first noticed her on the stage.
    What a moment that had been, shifting his world,
disorienting him in both a pleasant and unsettling way. Getting him to bid on
her for a full fucking week.
    The vehicle’s trunk popped and the door on the driver’s side
opened. Whoever had been sitting there emerged. Logan didn’t bother to look,
figuring it was Wallace. Ronnie had explained that the man would bring Tessa
here today.
    Too late to change any of that now. Even if he could, Logan
wasn’t so certain he wanted to.
    He opened her door and offered his hand.
    She accepted it immediately, her fingers moist and warm, her
touch an unexpected balm. In her wedge sandals, the top of her head came to his
chin just as it had their first night.
    She smiled again, softer this time, creating a slightly
smaller dimple. “Hi.”
    Rather than being hushed and flirty, her voice was as
natural as the rest of her.
    Despite his earlier reservations, Logan began to relax. He
smiled in return, almost a knee-jerk reaction. She kept having that effect on
him. “Hi.”
    Wallace closed the trunk and joined them with her luggage.
Given its size, she’d packed numerous changes of clothing. Clearly, Tessa
believed she’d be dressed most of the time she was here.
    That hadn’t been Logan’s plan.
    He released her hand and offered his own to Wallace. “Logan
Kincaid.”
    “Phil Wallace.” His grip was firm, his manner laid back and
friendly. “But everyone uses my last name.”
    “That’s because we never knew your first,” Tessa said. “Or,
at least, I didn’t. It’s nice. It fits you.”
    A blush crept up Wallace’s neck. He turned Tessa’s luggage
around, offering the handle to Logan. “Careful,” he warned, “it’s heavy.”
    “No, it’s not,” Tessa countered, then spoke to Logan. “Phil
likes to joke around.”
    “Have fun,” Wallace mumbled. He hurried back into the car,
put it into reverse, made a tight U-turn and was on his way.
    A bird chirped incessantly as the vehicle grew smaller and
smaller on its way down the lengthy drive. Leaves rustled in the surrounding
vegetation, stirred by the mellow wind or animals scurrying about. Sounds Logan
hadn’t noticed before. Nor had he paid any attention to the scents. The
fragrance of earth, newly mown grass, Tessa. She wore the same perfume he
recalled so well, thinking about it too many times these last days. A clean,
sweet scent. Roses? Some other kind of flower?
    “Alone at last,” she joked, breaking their silence.
    When Logan chanced looking at her, he wasn’t surprised she
was regarding him rather than Wallace’s hasty retreat. “Not entirely,” he said.
    Her delicate eyebrows lifted slightly. “Other people live
here with you?”
    “My caretakers. They have the house on the far left of the
property.”
    Tessa didn’t bother to look in that direction. She studied
his mouth.
    The stray tendrils dangling around her forehead and temples
swayed with the mild breeze, urging him to smooth them back. He didn’t, aching
to touch her but not yet ready to take that step. Once he did, there was no
telling if he could ever