VITTORIO'S RUNAWAY BRIDE (The Vittorio Series) by Kimberley Reeves Read Free Book Online Page B

was sign the divorce papers and you would have been free to m-marry her .”
    “ Her?   Is that what you think, Shelby?   You think I have some other woman in mind to replace you with?”   Logan frowned at the almost imperceptible nod of her head.   “If that was true then I would have signed the papers.”
    She looked up at him in utter confusion.   “I don’t understand you at all.   You go to all the trouble to find me and say you don’t want a divorce and then you tell me it was a mistake to marry me because I’m too young for you.”
    Logan muttered a string of expletives in Italian before dropping down beside her on the bed.  “This is not how I envisioned our reunion; both of us saying things we do not mean.”   He caught sight of her bloodied hands and grimaced.   “Let me take care of your wounds first…then we shall start over.”

Chapter 4
    Shelby’s gaze fell longingly on the dark head that was bent over her hand.   Logan was so intent on cleansing her wounds as gently as possible he hadn’t looked up from his careful ministrations for several minutes.  She didn’t mind.  It gave her a few precious moments to feast on the pure perfection of him.   The white button down shirt he’d worn strained across his broad shoulders, shaping itself to the contours of his back muscles and making her ache to reach out and run her fingers over the taut sinews.  
    He’d carried her to the kitchen after procuring the first aid kit from the bathroom and was facing her now; their chairs so close together, her legs were nestled between his.   Every now and then Logan would lean forward and the warmth of his thighs brushed the outside of her legs, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her body.  
    Shelby’s eyes migrated to his big hands, watching in fascination as his dexterous fingers removed every minuscule particle of sand with painstaking tenderness.   When that was done, he swabbed each hand with disinfectant and applied an antibacterial cream then carefully bandaged them.   She’d changed into a robe to make it easier for him to tend to her, and Shelby’s breath caught in her throat when he scooted his chair back then knelt down in front of her and parted the material so he could inspect the damage to her knees.   For one heart stopping moment his hand lingered on her thigh and she had to resist the urge to clamp her legs together to ease the painful ache he aroused in her.
    Logan cleared his throat and reached for the first aid kit.   “It is lucky you were wearing jeans.  There are only minor scraps on your knees.”   With no sand to remove, he was done applying the cream and bandages in matter of minutes and moved on to her ankle.   “I think I should take you to see a doctor,” he said with a grimace.   “It is probably just a bad sprain, but I want to make sure you do not have any fractured bones.”
    “That’s not necessary, Logan.   All I need is a cold pack and a bandage and maybe keep it elevated for awhile.”
    Logan eyed the tiny foot that was propped against his thigh as he lightly grazed her bruised skin with his fingertips.   “I will not take any chances.   There could be permanent damage if it is not tended to properly.”
    Shelby sighed in exasperation.   “I’m sure it’s not as bad as it looks.   At any rate, it’s too late in the day to make an appointment with a doctor and I’m too tired to spend God knows how many hours in the emergency room waiting to be seen.”
    He gently lowered her foot to the floor then stood up, his expression unyielding.   “You will see a doctor.”
    Shelby crossed her arms, glowering at him.   “You never used to be such a bully,” she huffed.
    “And you, mia bella , never used to challenge my every word.”
    “I…” she lowered her eyes, ashamed that she was once again acting like a petulant child.   “I’m sorry.   You’re right.  I should have a doctor examine it.”
    He reached out and