Free To Make You Feel My Love by Tina Rose Page B

space. The elevators were old, with no air conditioning, which intensified the aromas. He rubbed her shoulders as they waited for the doors to open again.
    “I think you’re going to like what I’ve planned,” he continued to speak in a low voice close to ear. Did he know he was sending electrifying jolts through her body?
    “I may have some plans of my own,” she murmured softly.
    “What was that?” he grinned.
    “Oh, nothing.”
    The doors opened and she immediately felt the ocean breeze on her face, blowing her dress around. She could hear the waves crashing on the shore.
    “Logan, are we…?”
    He removed the blindfold before she could finish the question.
    “Well?” he asked, searching for her expression.
    Alana blinked in disbelief. They were on the hotel rooftop. Clear lights were strung around the railing and soft romantic music played in the background. Two candles were lit on a small round table with a white linen table cloth and two dinner settings. How could he have known that this was her most favorite place in the world? And how had he gotten up here without a key to the door?
    “But how…”
    Logan chuckled. “Funny thing happened today.”
    “Yeah? Apparently,” she looked totally confused.
    “I don’t know what I was thinking, but I decided to go into the office to ask someone to help me with a romantic dinner for you. Someplace where I had you all to myself,” he was guiding her toward the table as he was talking. “It happened to be your aunt, and then your Uncle James came in.”
    Alana’s eyes became huge with concern.
    He laughed out loud, “I know right? I about shit my pants. Anyway, after he let me know that he knew about us, he and your Aunt Penny told me this was your favorite place to come for peace and serenity.”
    “I guess they know more of my secrets then I ever imagined.” She sat down in one of the chairs.
    “I don’t think James misses much of anything around here, especially when it comes to his little Alana,” he sat on the other side of the table facing Alana. “After he threatened me with his own personal warif I hurt you, they helped me set this up.”
    Alana’s eyes were damp as she swallowed down a lump in her throat, feeling tightness in her chest as she tried to smile. Never in her life had she felt safer or more loved then she did right this very minute.
    Dinner was delicious. Under silver domes were fresh strawberry salads with white wine vinaigrette dressing, filet mignon with blue cheese and butter sauce over garlic linguine, and Italian butter cream cake for dessert. Logan chose a nice Merlot wine, and soft music continued to play in the background.
    They laughed and joked with one another in comfortable conversation, neither remembering a time they had felt so comfortable with someone they just met.
    “So,” Alana said, “why did you go with the Army? Why not the Air Force or Marines?”
    Looking at her like she had two heads, Logan said, “Well, I tried on the aviator glasses, but I just didn’t look as hot as Tom Cruise, so the Army it was.”
    “I highly doubt that,” she said, both of them laughing. She loved to watch the twinkle in his eyes and the way the lines creased when he smiled.
    “No, I guess I just followed in the old man’s footsteps. He was an Army man and I thought he’d be happy and proud that I did.”
    “Was he?”
    “Who knows,” he snorted, “if he was I never knew it.”
    “Does that bother you?”
    “Ah, it used to,” looking away, he tried to be nonchalant about the subject, but Alana could see the hurt and rejection in his eyes. Who was he fooling?
    “But not anymore. I don’t know what makes that man happy,” he reached across the table to hold her hand. “But I know what makes this man happy,” he squeezed her hand. “Spending time with this beautiful woman.”
    “Hmmm, well, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she grinned slyly, licking her bottom lip.
    He smiled, “Sweetheart, I’ve been