Free Blame It on the Cowboy by Delores Fossen

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    â€œYeah, we’re working on that,” he grumbled.
    Until he said that, Reese hadn’t even been aware she was making a face. That’s because she was focused on the face Logan was making at her. Sissy Lee had said Lucky had a panty-dropping smile, but Logan must have missed out on that particular genetic trait. His abilities seemed more geared toward intimidation tactics.
    â€œWhat kind of game are you playing, huh?” Logan demanded.
    Since that could cover a lot of territory, Reese went with a question of her own. “What kind of game do you think I’m playing?”
    Man, he was the rock star of glares, too. “What happens in San Antonio stays in San Antonio?” he tossed at her.
    Bingo. So, he was the one. Part of her was relieved that he was the hot cowboy and not Lucky. At least this way Cassie wouldn’t be hurt.
    â€œHow did you find me?” he snapped.
    â€œYour truck.”
    He nodded as if no further explanation was necessary. Reese braced herself for the questions that would almost certainly follow.
    Or not.
    Logan inched toward her, and it didn’t appear he had question-asking on his mind. He moved close enough that Reese caught his scent. Very familiar. And as it done that night in the hotel bar, his scent slid right through her. Pretty amazing considering it wasn’t any particular scent and managed to completely erase the bull-poop odor.
    For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. He moved in as if he might just do that despite the steely look in his eyes. And for a moment it might have seemed to him as if he were going to kiss her, too. His gaze dropped to her mouth before he snapped it away and met her eye to eye.
    â€œI ran a background check on you,” he threw out there.
    Of course he had. Reese wondered why she hadn’t considered it sooner. Oh, mercy. Not this, not now. Had Logan learned what had happened? She hoped not. She hated the thought of anyone knowing how stupid she’d been.
    â€œAre you here to run some kind of con?” Logan added, and his glare didn’t ease up one bit.
    So, he’d found out about that part of her past. He didn’t know about Spenser. Because if Logan knew that, he would have brought it up first.
    â€œI’m not here to con you.” Reese was certain he wouldn’t believe her, though. And he didn’t.
    Logan opened his mouth, no doubt to demand that she leave and never come back, but before he could say a word, someone yelled out, “No!” and it was followed by a loud cry.
    Logan scrambled around her, running toward the sound of that cry, and when Reese caught up with him, she saw the little girl, Mia, on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. She was sobbing and holding her arm.
    â€œMia was chasing the cat on the stairs and fell,” Cassie explained.
    Cassie wasn’t sobbing exactly, but she was crying. And looking very much like a concerned mom. So was the teenager who was coming down the steps to her sister’s aid. And the little boy she’d seen playing with Mia earlier. He also had tears in his eyes. Heck, so did Reese, she realized.
    â€œI think it’s broked,” Mia said through the sobs.
    Logan was the only one not in the crying/panic mode. He eased Mia into his arms and started toward the door. “Cassie and I’ll take her to the ER. Someone call Lucky and have him meet us there.”
    â€œDo you need me to go with you?” Reese asked him.
    â€œNo, stay here and finish your chat with Della.”
    Della took out her phone, and Cassie hurried to open the door. Logan followed Cassie out but not before looking back at Reese.
    â€œThis isn’t over,” Logan warned her.
    * * *
    R EESE DREAMED ABOUT L OGAN . And tonight it was just as good as the real thing had been.
    The kiss in the hotel bar especially.
    Until that kiss Reese hadn’t been sure she could even go through with the last item on her bucket