Impossible.
Not when I felt the vacancy like a blade cutting through flesh.
He pasted on a grin and straightened his suit jacket. “You’re not interrupting anything, Gretchen. It’s fine. Coffee is ready.”
I ran my hands up the sleeves of my shirt like it could chase away the chills that rushed in to take the place of his heated presence.
Gretchen’s gaze narrowed. “Sure looked like I was interrupting something to me.”
She shuffled into the kitchen. “But hey, what does an old, senile lady know? Not worth much but cleaning up the messes made during the things I wasnotinterrupting.”
She went to wiping up the counter that didn’t need to be cleaned.
Logan grunted. “We were only having a discussion.”
“Huh, that’s weird, I wasn’t aware you could get pregnant from having a discussion.”
I nearly choked.
Disbelief filled Logan’s laugh. “Clearly, you are either senile or blind, Gretchen. Tell me you haven’t forgotten the act, or are you actually having trouble seeing that we are fully clothed?”
He gestured at himself.
“Don’t think I couldn’t tell you were about to take that thing out of your pants.” She waved at his tented crotch. That time there was no stopping it.
A bolt of laughter busted free of my mouth.
It wasn’t funny.
Not funny at all.
But I couldn’t help it.
Logan rolled his eyes in affectionate annoyance. “Only in your dreams, Gretchen.”
She huffed. “Hardly, young man.”
He chuckled, then he straightened out his jacket. “I need to go.”
Then he moved back toward me, like it was his right, his duty.
His fingers found my chin. “Are you okay?”
The words clotted in my throat because I wasn’t sure I ever really would be.
Still, I nodded.
“Okay. I’ll see you later.”
Then he strode out without looking back, leaving me there gaping behind his retreating form. I didn’t realize I was staring at where he’d disappeared until Gretchen’s voice broke through the disorder. “Lord a’mercy, he really was about to take it out.”
I whirled back around, tried to tamp all the emotions back into place. “He was joking.”
Laughing, she poured herself a cup of coffee. “Um, that boyis jokingabout every minute of his life. Right up until the minute you walked into it.”
At that, she eyed me suspiciously.
I wrung my fingers. “I guess I bring out the worst in him.”