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.The soft gesture from roughened skin made the sensation more than a little erotic.Looking away, she tugged her hand from his."What are friends for?""That's what we are now? Friends?"She glanced over at him."Last night you said that was what you wanted, right?""Yeah, I guess I did," he said slowly."Though Fm not yet convinced it's possible."She automatically bristled."You don't think a man and a woman can be friends?"He leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs in front of him."If I'm the man and you're the woman—^maybe not."Elena stared at the strong muscles of his thighs encased in the soft jeans and decided to let that comment go.There was a moment of silence and then Logan straightened.'*Quick," he said.*'Give me your hand again.*'*'Huh?" Before she had her wits about her, he'd taken possession of her fingers once more."Try to look like we don't want company." Logan leaned forward and put his elbow on the tabletop, then stared into her eyes.*'The old man is pushy, but I don't think he'll insist on joining us on a date.""Your father is here?" Elena glanced around."Don't look, for God's sake! Yes, he's here.With my mother.I told him where we'd be tonight.He's probably here to see if I was bluffing.""Oh." Elena told herself it wasn't disappointment she was feeling.But she'd started wondering if Logan hadn't made up all that stuff about needing a date.Apparently not."This way, sweetheart," Logan urged."Turn this way or he'll manage to catch your eye and come over to talk."Elena scootched her chair a few inches to face Logan more fully.She mimicked his pose, putting her elbow on the table and leaning her chin on her free hand to meet his gaze.His eyes were almost the same golden brown as his hair."Do you do this a lot?" she asked, wishing he wasn't looking at her with such.focus."Hmm?" He sent her a bemused, almost sleepy smile.Even though she figured the smile was part of the act for his father, it made something warm blossomlow in her stomach.She frowned, desperate to tamp the feeUng down.'*Do you often have women act as a buffer between you and your father?"''Ouch." He winced."Still not pulling any punches, are you?""Fm sorry," she said quickly, a Uttle ashamed of herself.She was still instinctively launching arrows at him in order to keep her distance."It's all right.I do find it easier to circumvent dear old dad instead of confronting him head-on.But it wasn't fair to use you." He squeezed her hand in apology."Would you like to leave?"Elena cursed her sharp tongue."No.And /'m sorry.I." She didn't know what else to say.Afraid to look into Logan's golden eyes again, she let her gaze wander over his shoulder."Oh! Gabby and Tyler are here tonight too."They hadn't spotted her, Elena thought, because they were looking awfully chunmiy, shoulder-to-shoulder and their hands entwined.Prolonged physical contact between them was rare when they were around her, and she'd found their casualness reassuring.They were going their separate ways come September, after all.As she watched now, though.Gabby and Tyler turned toward each other and kissed.It wasn't so much sensual as sweet, but then again it wasn't the least bit casual, either.A nervous chill rolled down Elena's spine as the teenagers' kiss deepened."Oh, no," she muttered.So much for her carefree Friday night.**What's the matter?" Logan turned his head to follow her gaze.Then he turned back.**You've never seen them kiss?"Elena shook her head."Not quite like that."**It worries you," Logan said, a statement, not a question.**I—" She hesitated, realizing that without even thinking, she'd almost shared with him her concerns about Gabby and Tyler.It was uncommon for her to tell anyone, even Annie, about her troubles.She hated people thinking she was vulnerable to anything.**You.?" Logan prompted.Elena couldn't seem to keep her thoughts to herself.'T really like Tyler, I do.Have you seen his artwork?"Logan nodded.**I saw the painting of his that hung next to Gabby's at the art show.I've also seen a piece of sculpture he did.My family knows his and my mother bought it for her sitting room last year."**In the fall he'll go to the Acton School."Logan let out a low whistle.'The art school? It's hard to get a spot there from what I understand."Another chill rolled down Elena's spine [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]