“Do you want me to come to the set to pick you up tomorrow?” Logan asked.
Des nodded. “That would be great, thanks. I appreciate you taking me with you.”
“No problem. I’ll see you in the morning.”
She climbed into the car, wishing they hadn’t been interrupted at the lake. She wondered what would have happened if there hadn’t been a crew there when she’d unbuttoned her shirt.
Would Logan have stopped her from undressing? Or would he have joined her?
Now there was some fodder for her fantasies.
They drove away from the house and back toward the set.
“How was your alone time with the hot rancher?” Colt asked.
“Fine. How was the ride?”
“It was good. Makes me want to do a lot more riding. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.”
She shifted in her seat. “I’m sure they’d let you come over and ride. They’d probably put you to work.”
“And I’d probably enjoy it. So would Tony.”
“Are you going to try and sneak him out here for the Fourth of July?”
“If I can. His movie finishes the end of June, so he’d be clear.”
“That’s dangerous talk for someone whose management team is all over him about staying in the closet.”
“You could invite him.”
“I could, couldn’t I? I could invite several of our friends so it would look more like a group thing. I know Martha would enjoy that.”
“She probably would. I’m not sure Logan would, though.”
“I’m not sure I care what Logan likes or doesn’t like.”
Colt grinned. “I think you’re smitten in a big way.”
“And I think you’re full of shit.”
Colt’s laugh rang out in the car.
“You’re very irritating.”
“And you’re very transparent, Des. Just jump him and get it over with. You know you want to.”
That was the problem. She was very attracted to Logan, but she wasn’t sure it was because she wanted him, or because he kept trying so damn hard to push her away, while at the same time giving her the kind of looks a man gave a woman when he wanted to get her in bed.
He was confusing. And irritating. And sexy as hell.
Which meant she was determined to get to know him better.
And unravel the mystery that was Logan McCormack.
Chapter 4
LOGAN GRABBED HIS phone and checked the time, tapping his boots on the dirt as he waited for Des.
He should have known better than to agree to take her into town with him. Even though she’d promised she only had one scene this morning, she’d been in the middle of it when he’d arrived on the set, which meant she was still in full costume and makeup. Which was fine. He didn’t mind waiting for her to finish up.
Jessica had seen him and invited him to watch. It was an indoor scene today, taking place inside some dark, dusty, prison-like set they’d built. Colt and Des were chained together, the two of them in ragged, torn clothes.
Des’s character implored Colt’s not to give himself up for her sake. It was very emotional, the two of them sharing a kiss at the end of the scene. A really long, passionate kiss that looked damn real to Logan.
But then the director had claimed the scene wasn’t quite right, and needed to be reshot, so they’d had to start over.
More emotion. More kissing. By the time the director decided they’d gotten the scene just as he’d wanted it, Logan’s irritation had reached the boiling point.
After the kiss, Des and Colt broke apart. Colt smiled when he saw him.
“Hey, Logan. How’s it going?”
“Fine,” he said, trying to disengage his clenched jaw.
“I’d love to stay and talk, but I’ve got to jump right into the next scene. Catch you later?”
“Sure.”
Des came over, too. “I know, I’m so sorry I’m late. Come on with me to the trailer. It’ll only take me a few minutes to get ready.”
And just like that, the passion he’d seen between Des and Colt had seemed to fizzle.
Maybe it had just been acting. Sure didn’t seem that way to him, though.
He walked with her the short path through the set construction to the back lot where the trailers were housed. He stepped inside, wowed by the luxury of Des’s trailer.
She was toeing off her boots and pulling off her socks when she reached for her tank top.
“I think I’ll wait outside.”
She grinned. “I wasn’t going to get naked in front of you, Logan,” she said, revealing another tank underneath. She paused, looking at him. “Unless you’d like me to.”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “Don’t push it too far, Des.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Or you’ll what? Walk away?”
He didn’t say anything.
She laughed. “That’s what I thought. I’ll be right back.”
She closed the door to the bedroom and shortly thereafter he heard the sound of water.
Damn woman. She pushed all his buttons and he knew she did it deliberately. What was she after, anyway?
Maybe she was an exhibitionist and she just liked getting naked in front of people. Then again, if she was, the appearance of his guys at the lake yesterday wouldn’t have deterred her.
So she obviously just wanted to get a rise out of him.
It was working. He pushed back thoughts of what she was doing in the shower and wandered around her trailer. Her touch was all over the place, from books—she liked thrillers—to scripts, DVDs, and video games.
He picked up a few movies—not her own. She liked action movies, comedies and horror, all of which were movies he’d choose. He was surprised by her choice of video games, mostly those bloody games of war and fantasy.
“Those are for Colt,” she said.
He looked up to find her standing in the doorway in some kind of silk robe, no doubt naked underneath, though thoughts of her naked made his dick hard, so he should think of something else. The smell of something sweet—her shampoo or soap or something—wafted toward him, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
Which didn’t help the erection thing he had going on, because now he had thoughts of licking her neck.
“You don’t play the games?” he asked, figuring that was a safe, nonsexual subject.