‘And Donald?’ he rasped.
‘Probably,’ she nodded haughtily.
‘Don’t you think I would make you a better husband?’
The colour came and went in her cheeks. ‘No. I doubt you would make any w
oman a good husband,’ she added bitchily.
‘Maybe I should just become your lover?’
‘Before or after I marry Donald?’ Callie answered with a calm she was far from feeling.
She knew now that not all Logan’s behaviour in the last few weeks had been a lie; his desire to possess her was still a tangible thing, his eyes were darkened with passion. Well, he was out of luck if he thought she would seriously consider an affair with him!
‘That depends on when the wedding is to be,’ he said grimly. ‘Oh, soon, I think,’ she said stiltedly, wondering if this situation could possibly get any worse. She had thought Logan had hurt her all he could, but these stab wounds were deeper than before
‘Then I’ll wait until after the wedding.’
‘And if I don’t want you?’
‘Are you saying you don’t?’ he derided.
‘Yes,’ she told him defiantly.
‘I could easily show you differently.’
‘You could try!’
Logan’s eyes were narrowed. ‘You would like that, wouldn’t you?’ he taunted.
‘No—’
‘Little liar!’ he growled. ‘It’s over four months since my uncle died, you must be getting frustrated by now.’
Callie only just bit back her angry retort, refusing to rise to his obvious insult. ‘There’s always Donald,’ she drawled.
Logan’s expression was contemptuous. ‘If you like to take the initiative.’
‘Donald learns fast.’
‘He would have to.’
Once again she had to hold back an angry retort. Had she really thought herself in love with this man? It seemed incredible now.
‘If you’ve said all you came to say…’ she said pointedly.
His gaze swept the flat—and her. ‘And seen all I want to see,’ he nodded.
‘Then would you please leave?’
‘Gladly,’ he drawled.
‘Take these with you.’ She thrust his Christmas gifts at him.
He ignored them. ‘I don’t want them.’
‘Neither do I!’