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smile instead but wasn’t sure it was too convincing. ‘Yes…’ He picked up the bottle of champagne in the ice bucket and brought it over to where she was sitting to refill her glass. ‘More?’

      She placed her hand over the top of the glass. ‘Better not. I might start saying things I wouldn’t normally say.’ She gave a twisted smile and added, ‘In vino veritas and all that.’

      ‘In the wine lies the truth.’ Logan grunted in agreement, topping up his own glass, and then put the champagne bottle back in the ice bucket with a rattle against the ice cubes and continued, ‘Drunk words, sober thoughts.’ He wondered what she would say if he told her what he was thinking. What he’d been thinking ever since he’d kissed her. No, even before that—when he’d encountered her in the north tower at Bellbrae. Something had happened, something had changed between them and he wasn’t sure how to change it back.

      There was a beat or two of silence.

      Logan turned back to look at her. ‘Feel free to speak your mind with me, Layla. I don’t expect you to have to drink to excess in order to do it.’

      She leaned forward to put her glass on the coffee table, her eyes slipping out of reach of his. She sat back and smoothed a crease out of her dress before returning her gaze to his with disquieting intensity. ‘Why did you kiss me like that at the ceremony?’

      Logan took a sip of his champagne before responding. Not because he needed alcohol but because he didn’t know how to answer without betraying himself. He wanted to kiss her again. Now. And not just kiss her but explore her beautiful body with the same thoroughness. He wanted to run his hands through the silk cloud of her hair. He wanted to kiss the soft creamy skin at the base of her throat, to trail his tongue along the contours of her collarbones, to breathe in the flowery scent of her until he was drunk with it.

      ‘It seemed the right thing to do at the time.’ Logan’s tone held no trace of the battle going on inside him. ‘Malaki and Ken, and indeed the celebrant, would have thought it strange if we hadn’t kissed.’

      A tiny frown wrinkled her brow. ‘True. But you kissed me as if you didn’t want to stop.’ Her teeth snagged her bottom lip and she added, ‘Was that…just acting?’ Her voice had a note of uncertainty that was strangely touching.

      Logan put his champagne glass down and released a long breath. ‘No. It wasn’t just acting.’ He closed his eyes in a slow blink and dragged a hand down his face. ‘It was a moment of foolishness that won’t be repeated.’

      Must not be repeated. Must not. Must not. Must not. He drummed it into his head but his body was offline. Off-script.

      There was a silence broken only by the sound of waves pulsing against the shore.

      Layla rose from the sofa and wandered over to look out of the open balcony doors to the beach below. Her arms were around her mid-section, her posture stiff and guarded as if she was shielding herself from an expected insult. ‘So, you didn’t enjoy it, then?’ Her voice still echoed with self-doubt.

      Logan told himself to stay where he was—to keep his distance. To not tempt himself beyond his endurance by crossing the floor to her. But step by step he went, programmed by a force he had no way of countering. He placed his hands on the tops of her shoulders, turning her to face him. Her grey-green gaze assiduously avoided his so he tipped up her chin with one of his fingers so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. ‘I enjoyed it way too much and therein lies our problem.’

      She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, making them even more unbearably tempting. ‘Why is that a problem?’ Her voice was as low and husky as a whispered secret and it sent shivers racing down his spine.

      Logan stroked his thumb across her cheek, marvelling at the creamy softness of her skin. ‘You know why.’ His tone was so low and rough it sounded like he’d been filing his tonsils with a blacksmith’s rasp.

      ‘Because of our paper marriage?’ Her eyes reminded him of cloudy sea glass.

      He couldn’t seem to stop his thumb from stroking her cheek, couldn’t stop his gaze from drinking in every nuance of her features. Couldn’t stop the thrum of lust that assailed his body like an invisible invader. Marching through every inch of his flesh, aching, wanting, needing. ‘We have to be sensible about this, Layla.’

       I have to be sensible. I have to be in control.

      She reached up with her hand and stroked his jaw from his cheekbone to his chin, her eyes luminous. ‘I think I must have already had too much champagne because right now I want you to kiss me again. I want to know if the first time was a fluke or…or something else.’

      It was the ‘something else’ that most worried Logan. He fought every aroused cell in his body but it was a battle he was worried he might not win, or at least not in the long run. One year of this level of temptation and he would be a certifiable mess. How much temptation could a man endure? Especially for a man who had actively avoided contact as intimate as this.

      Kissing a hook-up date was one thing, kissing someone he had known for years and was currently married to was another. Their paper marriage would be incinerated, obliterated if he gave in to the temptation to kiss her again. One taste of her mouth had already unleashed something feral inside him, something he wasn’t sure he could control for too much longer.

      Calling on every bit of willpower he possessed, Logan dropped his hand from her face and took a step back. ‘I’m sorry, Layla, but this can’t happen. I made the rules for a reason.’

      Her gaze reminded him of the still surface of a lake. Calm. Controlled. But there was a faint ripple of disappointment around the edges. ‘Okey-dokey.’ Her words and tone were flippant given the topic under discussion. So too her overly bright, breezy smile. ‘We’ll leave it at that, then.’ She moved across the room to where the champagne bottle was and topped up her glass. She turned and held her glass up in a toast, her expression faintly mocking. ‘Long live the rules.’

      Logan ground his teeth so hard he mentally apologised to his dentist. ‘Listen—I’m not doing this to insult you. It’s not personal.’

      ‘Isn’t it?’ Her eyes were glittering as brightly as the diamonds on her left hand next to her wedding ring. Not glittering with tears but with anger.

      He let out a slowly controlled breath, anchoring his hands on his hips like he was about to deliver an important lecture. Which he was, but he suspected he was the one who needed to hear it most. ‘Think about it. If we were to have a normal relationship, it would be much more complicated to end it when the year was up. This way we can get an annulment and leave it at that. No harm done.’ He dropped his hands from his hips. ‘I’m not saying it will be an easy year. But we’re both mature adults, and I want us to remain friends at the end of it.’

      She rolled her lips together, her arms crossed, with her champagne glass tilted at a threatening-to-spill angle. ‘What have you told your brother about us? Does he know it’s just a paper marriage?’

      Logan folded back the cuffs of his shirt for something to do with his hands. ‘I haven’t spoken to him yet. He hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts or emails.’ Which, unfortunately, wasn’t unusual when Robbie was on one of his gambling sprees.

      ‘But what will you tell him?’

      It was a question Logan had been asking himself for the last few days. He hadn’t been able to contact his younger brother to talk about anything, much less his sudden marriage to Layla Campbell, the housekeeper’s great-niece. ‘He will have seen the will by now but I’m hoping he’ll accept our marriage as the real deal. It’s not as if you and I are complete strangers and he knows my grandfather always had a soft spot for you.’

      ‘It might be tricky convincing Robbie we’re a genuine couple when he comes home to Bellbrae sometime. You know what he’s like—he often arrives unannounced. If we’re sleeping on opposite sides of the castle it will look kind of odd.’

      Logan

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