Free Off Limits (Sparks in Texas Book 4) by Mari Carr Page A

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were wrong for each other. It’s over. I swear.”
    “Really?”
    He could read the doubt in her tone and he
didn’t blame her. Three years was a long time to live with someone.
And he hadn’t helped himself by holing up inside his shop for a
year after it ended, not bothering to date anyone else.
    “She has nothing to do with us.”
    Her smile grew. “There’s an us?”
    He closed his eyes, wishing she didn’t
befuddle him so. She had him talking in circles, saying everything
wrong. “For now.”
    His response didn’t dim her enthusiasm. “Now
works for me.”
    His lids opened at the sound of her shifting
on the seat. She was wearing a short skirt that she lifted just
enough to show him that she wasn’t wearing panties.
    Logan had never considered himself the
jealous type, but knowing she’d been flitting around that
restaurant all day like that had his vision going red. “You worked
like that all day?”
    She laughed. “Good God, no. My Uncle TJ was
in there. How awkward would that be? I took them off and stashed
them in my purse just before I came to meet you at the bar.”
    She was too adorable for his own good. “I
like the idea of you dropping your panties whenever I show up.”
    “Logan?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Can we go now?”
    He made no move to start the truck. “In a
hurry?”
    The dirty girl reached between her thighs and
ran her finger along her slit. Logan watched, spellbound, as she
raised one very shiny finger to him. “Yes.”
    He started the truck, using the five minutes
it took for them to get from the restaurant to her front door to
control himself. Foolishly, he’d agreed to the no-penetration rule,
as if that somehow kept him true to his promise to Evan. He hadn’t
just broken the damn vow to his friend; he’d shattered it and was
currently dancing barefoot on the shards.
    When they arrived at her place, he took a
steadying breath and forced himself to calm down. He’d sworn to
himself when he loaded up the chaise and left his shop, he wouldn’t
touch her tonight. He’d slowly extricate himself from whatever this
was.
    Lacy was halfway to her front door before he
could find the voice to call out, “Forgetting something?”
    She looked over her shoulder, finding him
standing at the end of his truck bed. “Oh. Yeah. The chaise.”
    From her heavy-lidded eyes, Lacy had expected
him to drag her upstairs and let the games begin again. He was
sorely tempted.
    Logan lowered the back of the truck and slid
the chaise out. It wasn’t that heavy. Lacy helped him guide it down
then held on to the light end, leading him to her door and up the
stairs to her apartment.
    He’d been in her place once before three
years earlier, when he, Tyson and Evan had helped her move in. He
had spent the day lugging furniture, placing it here, there, and
then back to here as she directed their movements and changed her
mind every five seconds. Logan hadn’t been back since.
    Once she opened the door to her apartment, he
followed her in and whistled. Damn. The place had been nothing more
than white walls and a few hand-me-down pieces of furniture last
time.
    “You like it?” she asked, setting the chaise
down just inside the door. He followed suit, letting his gaze
travel around the space. Logan knew she had an eye for decorating
and a knack for taking someone else’s trash and uncovering hidden
treasures. But seeing all her efforts put together like this…
    “It’s beautiful, Lace. So homey.”
    Her apartment looked like the kind of place
where a man could come home, kick off his work boots and sink into
the comfy couch with a beer. He could spend hours just looking
around at all the cool pieces she’d found. While he knew most of
the decorations in the place were flea market and yard sale
castoffs, everything worked together. More than that, it looked
damned elegant.
    Lacy was clearly pleased by his praise.
“Thanks. You know, if you ever want to redesign your showroom, I’d
be happy to