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lifted. Fell to his side in a fist. “You are too much work,” he finally ground out. “Can’t you just accept it as a donation?”

      A thousand dollars for a kiss? A thousand-dollar donation for prom decorations? Her face felt stiff and she remembered all over again that Logan’s family owned Chase Electronics, the biggest employer in town. He’d grown up within the walls of an estate that was on California’s historic register.

      “Pardon me for not understanding how little this is to the privileged set,” she said. “On my side of town a thousand dollars is a lot of money.”

      “Elena, I didn’t mean it like that.” He shook his head, sighing. It sounded like frustration. “Would you believe me if I told you I wish it wasn’t always like this between us?”

      It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him how he wished it was between them. But that was dangerous, much too much like truly wishing, and though Logan had once upon a time awakened her with a kiss—kisses—she’d given up on princes and happy-ever-afters long ago.

      Over his shoulder she spotted her sister with Tyler Evans, turning the corner to the next aisle. Elena frowned, her constant niggle of worry over Gabby growing as she caught sight of the teenagers’ entwined hands.

      “Fine then,” she told Logan, shoving the thousand-dollar bill back into her pocket. “I’ll make sure your money gets to the committee.” Without waiting for his response, she trailed behind Gabby and Tyler.

      Logan trailed her.

      She turned her head to look at him. “Why are you following me?”

      “Because, damn it, I’m never satisfied with the way things end between us.”

      There was something hot in his eyes. She hated when he did that. At will, it seemed, he could put a sexual burn into his gaze. She was sure he did it to fluster her, so of course she’d die before she’d let him know that look made her knees quiver and her stomach flutter.

      “Stop doing that.” She made sure she sounded irritated.

      He shook his head, then put his hand on her arm, halting her movement. “Elena…”

      Her body was trembling, it was horribly embarrassing, but it was. She tensed her muscles, hoping he wouldn’t detect her helpless reaction to his touch. What an unsophisticate he’d consider her if he knew.

      “Elena.” His voice softened, hoarsened. That heat in his brown eyes was melting the strength she counted on for survival. “You are so madden—”

      “Elena! Someone bought my painting!”

      At the sound of her sister’s voice, Elena found the will to pull away from the spell of Logan’s gaze and touch. She turned to face the approaching Gabby, Tyler a bit behind her. “What, Gabriellita?”

      Gabby’s face was flushed and her eyes sparkled. “I sold my very first painting!”

      Elena tried to catch up to her sister’s excitement. “You brought your art to the show.” She vaguely remembered Gabby telling her that she and Tyler were each submitting a painting, but the details had gotten lost in all the other details of their busy life.

      Gabby nodded. “Mr. Barger—he’s the one in charge of the art show—said it sold about ten minutes ago. And Mrs. Eddleston from the bank is writing a check for Tyler’s painting right now.”

      Her little sister looked as though she was about to pop, and it made Elena grin.

      “Congratulations, Gabby.” It was Logan.

      Gabby’s head jerked up and she blinked, as if noticing him for the first time. Hot color rushed across her face. “Thank you. Really. Thank you.”

      Confused, Elena looked between Gabby and Logan. “What’s going on?”

      “I bought the painting,” Logan said, his gaze on Gabby. “You can verify it with Mr. Barger, by the way, that I didn’t realize who the artist was until after the sale.”

      Elena turned to look at him, still bewildered. “You bought a painting?”

      There was a funny expression on Logan’s face. “I’ve just moved and I could use something for my walls. The painting…” He cleared his throat, shrugged, looked away. “Called to me.”

      There was a buzzing in Elena’s ears. “Wh—” She had to stop, start again. “Which painting, exactly, did you show today, Gabby?”

      Her sister gulped. Audibly.

      “No,” Elena protested, her voice swallowed up by horror.

      Gabby nodded, an expression somewhere between mischief and apology in her eyes. “Elena in Bed.”

      Elena’s gaze flew to Logan, even as a flush moved just as quickly from her toes to her forehead. Forget worrying about looking sixteen. Because now the man had bought the right to look at her—all day and all night if he wanted.

      And though she appeared decent enough in the painting, it didn’t help her state of mind to know—and Logan likely suspected—that beneath those covers she’d been stark naked.

      Late Sunday afternoon, Logan blasted U2 through his stereo speakers as inspiration while he stripped the fourteen coats of paint covering the banister of the stairway in his three-story Victorian. His fingers ached from his grip on the scraper, his back would never be the same after spending the day half-bent, and he was stooping because his knees were already bruised to hell and back. But he’d never been happier in his life, he thought, singing along with Bono. Yeah, man. It was a beautiful day.

      It took a while for a muffled banging to distinguish itself from the drumline of the song. Someone was knocking on his front door.

      Logan descended the steps at a jog, then paused to turn down the stereo before approaching the foyer. With his hand on the doorknob, he hesitated. Maybe he should—

      No, even if it was good ol’ Jonathon Chase, his father, intent on another turn of the guilt screws, it was too late to pretend he wasn’t home. Bracing himself, he pulled open the door.

      Elena stood on the other side, looking as surprised to see him as he was to see her. They stared at each other for a moment, then she blinked, her gaze traveling down, then back up to meet his.

      “You’re, um, dirty,” she pointed out, her voice as surprised as her expression.

      He nodded, his own gaze involuntarily zeroing in on her full mouth. Dirty in his mind too, he could have added, because he’d been dwelling on that kiss they’d shared. Not to mention all the time he’d spent studying his new art acquisition, Elena in Bed.

      Uh-oh. He suddenly had a very good idea about why the beautiful bane of his life was standing on his doorstep. She’d made some vague threats before hurrying off the day before about getting the painting back.

      No, he resolved instantly. No way. It was his! It felt damn good to have something she wanted for once. What other man could say that?

      “May I come in?” she asked.

      Oh, she wanted the painting bad, Logan decided, because she was actually managing to sound sort of friendly.

      Which immediately edged up the dial on his Trouble Meter. It was best not to let her inside. Call it a premonition, call it learning from past mistakes, but he and Elena did not do well in close proximity. Consider that kiss. No, better not. Not when she was so near.

      He stepped out onto the porch, trying to invent a polite refusal. Hustle her toward home. Out of his life, good. Without his painting. Very good.

      But now, a few steps closer to her and with his initial surprise out of the way, his eyes widened again. Elena appeared exhausted. Strangely defenseless too, with her sumptuous curves swallowed up by a white T-shirt and a baggy pair of denim overalls.

      With a pale face and tired shadows beneath her baby blues, she was also so gut-wrenchingly gorgeous

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