mind was in a frenzy ever since her encounter with Logan Murphy. Her day would have been drearier if she hadn’t spent most of it dreaming about the curve of Logan’s smile and the sexy lilt to his stare. He had that little hint of trouble that excited her.
He looked nothing like the guys she usually went for, not that she had a plethora of ex-boyfriends walking around. Quite the opposite, actually. Logan broke the mold for Ashley. He was dark, mysterious. The sandy haired Jersey boy Ashley had left behind in New York City had a sweet smile. With his sun kissed skin and his messy dark brown hair, Logan was a sight to behold. He appeared to be strong and durable. Logan had a ruggedly handsome face, musician hands and a casually cool sense of style. That was all before he smiled. His beyond sexy smile was the game changer for Ashley.
The curve of his lips charmed her while the bass of Logan’s voice ensnared her like a drum. Ashley’s heart sung an aria for Logan Murphy, an aria that played in perfect tempo with the rustic twang of his banjo.
She had no idea what was happening to her.
His mouth enticed her and his eyes… those beautiful puppy dog gorgeous eyes. They told a story. They told of a sadness, a longing, a heartfelt need to be understood. His body gave no hint to that, but his eyes seemed to tell her differently.
Or so she thought.
She barely knew him but damn, she wanted to.
There was something about Logan that spoke to Ashley. From the way he played his banjo to the way he thrust his hand out to help her when he thought she needed assistance. Then there was that smile. Was swoon-worthy even a word? Shit. It was now. In her mind there was no word or phrase that was more suiting to that moment. Logan's smile simply took her breath away.
Ashley lugged her backpack, loaded with books, across campus to the dorms. She wanted to drop her stuff off and shower before she met Logan. She’d never been on a motorbike. What did she need to wear? Where would he take her? Did it matter? It was Logan Murphy, for crying out loud.
Hurrying across the quad, Ashley saw Kaylee sitting with Charlie on a park bench. Kaylee waved her hand in the air wildly, trying to get her cousin's attention.
No! No! No pit stops. I've got places to be! Pretending she didn't see Kaylee, Ashley made a beeline for McCarron Hall. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her cousin flop back down on the bench next to Charlie in defeat. A pang of guilt tugged at her, but was quickly replaced by the anticipation of seeing Logan shortly.
Rushing up the front steps of the student dorms, Ashley's excitement threatened to come unhinged as she burst through the doors of McCarron Hall.
***
“What do you mean he’s dangerous?!” Kaylee asked in an exasperated tone as she glared at Charlie.
Her on-again off-again boyfriend sat next to her on a park bench on the quad. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in tightly. Charlie screwed up his face as he spoke.
“C’mon Kay… You’ve heard the stories. The rumors are not farfetched. Logan breaks girls’ hearts. I just don’t want to see that pretty faced innocent gal get hurt.”
Kaylee shrugged her shoulders, worried Charlie might be more interested in Ashley than her safety. “Apparently, Ash was a heart breaker herself back in New York City. My mom told me my aunt had to get a restraining order for her last boyfriend who didn’t take the breakup too well.”
A surprised look crossed Charlie’s face. “Dang!”
Kaylee was not impressed.
Scratching the stubble on his chin, Charlie glanced at the dorms and then back at Kaylee. “You’re just going to have to trust me on this one, babe.”
“It’s sweet how protective you are of me and how your protective instincts extend to my cousin, too,” Kaylee said with doe eyes. Her hand held on to Charlie’s leg loosely, letting it slide up. She’d remind him he only had eyes for her.
Charlie winked at her. “You know