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Chapter Eleven. When Grace awoke, she felt disoriented until she remembered she was in Logan’s bed






When Grace awoke, she felt disoriented until she remembered she was in Logan’s bed. She blinked and Logan hovered above, wearing a hotel bathrobe and holding the list.

“I guess you can cross off number two, ” she said rather smugly. “Now we just need to have you face a fear, make a public spectacle of yourself and wear something sexy.” She glanced at the discarded teddy and shook her head. “And before you say anything, I don’t think that’s what your friend meant. She wants you hot, and she wants you to turn heads in public.”

“Great, ” Grace said, unwilling to debate the list when she wasn’t fully awake.

Logan sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand. “How did you sleep? ”

“Soundly. At least after you stopped making me come.”

“Ah, yes.” Logan bent down and kissed her deeply. “I wish I could claim to be an extraordinary lover, but it wasn’t that difficult. All I had to do was touch you and you were practically ready to orgasm.”

The Root of Passion. She didn’t say anything about the potion, certain that at least a part of her was aroused by Logan’s incredible body and ability in bed.

“I hope you enjoyed it, too, ” she said, unsure if the potion improved her prowess as a lover.

Logan laughed and stroked her neck tenderly. “It was wonderful. You give as good as you get. Now, it’s almost ten, and I need to be at the estate in two hours. We need to get moving.”

But heat was already coursing through Grace, and her body responded to Logan’s lingering touch. She placed Logan’s hand on her breast and covered it with her own.

“We have a little time, don’t we? I promise I can be ready quick.”

Logan discarded the robe and rolled on top of Grace.

“If I’m late, you get to explain this to Kazmar.”

 

The wedding was scheduled for two, which gave Grace ample time to roam about the estate while Logan prepared her cameras and examined the makeshift photo studio that had been assembled for the wedding party pictures.

Grace had been inside two mansions, but nothing equaled the opulence of the McWhirter estate. Vases, sculptures, tapestries and paintings covered the walls and lined the cavernous corridors. Although McWhirter had made his millions in the dot com industry, his passion was obviously art, and he favored no particular medium. It’s like being in a museum.

At one point she got lost, her attention focused on a wall of modern art rather than the path she was taking. Two hallways forked in different directions and she immediately chose the one on the right, thinking that she could doubleback toward the main part of the house. Instead, she found herself dead-ending at a door. The knob turned easily, and in a moment, she was standing in Linus McWhirter’s massive garage.

Automobiles stood at attention in two rows, and she realized there were probably twenty cars total. This place is bigger than my entire neighborhood. She wandered down the center aisle between the cars, admiring the sleek and powerful Bentleys, Porsches, Mercedes, and others she couldn’t name. Against a far wall sat a row of motorcycles and her untrained eye recognized that the bikes were a chronological history of Harley-Davidson. The first motorcycle was ancient while the last one was obviously a top of the line late-model edition. The entire collection was probably worth a fortune.

“Do you ride? ”

She jumped, startled by the voice. A woman in a UNLV baseball cap and coveralls approached. She was pleasant looking and wisps of chestnut brown hair fell about her smiling face.

“I’m sorry if I scared you. I’m Penny.”

She held out her hand, which was free of grease and dirt.

“Hi, I’m Grace. I’m sorry to intrude. I think I’m lost.”

“That’s okay. You’re here for the wedding? ”

“I am, but I’m not really a guest. I’m a friend of the photographer’s.”

“You mean that hot blonde in the tight black pants and polka dot vest? ”

Grace blushed at the description of Logan, who had chosen to wear a tasteful vest covered in small dots. She’d told Grace she needed to stand out, so that people could find her immediately, in case a moment needed to be captured instantly for posterity.

“Yeah, that’s Logan. I’m with her.”

Penny eyed her shrewdly and then pointed at the motorcycle collection. “I saw you admiring the Harleys, but you still haven’t answered my question. Do you ride? ”

“Who me? No. I’ve only been on one once. Too dangerous.”

A slow smile crept across Penny’s face. “Really? ”

“Oh, yes. I’m a doctor, and I can’t tell you how many motorcycle accidents I’ve covered. They’re always horrible, especially when the riders haven’t worn helmets.”

“It’s worth the risk, ” Penny said. “I agree with you about the helmet part, but there’s nothing like a great ride on the open road.”

“I’ll take your word for it. I should probably get back to the wedding. Can you tell me how to find my way back? ”

Penny moved closer to Grace, hands deep in her pockets. She rocked back on her heels and looked at the ground. “You know, I could show you how to ride. I’m sure you’d like it once you tried it.”

“I doubt it. Thanks for the offer, though.”

“Are you sure? There’s nothing like straddling a bike, the engines purring beneath you, the wind pressed against your body. It’s the second best thing in the world.”

Grace swallowed hard, rather certain she knew what the first best thing in the world was. She watched Penny’s crooked smile, an open invitation, and the river opened up again in front of her. She pictured herself sitting behind Penny, her arms wrapped around her waist as they coasted down an open highway.

“I’m only here until tomorrow, ” she said, not believing the words were coming from her mouth.

“Tomorrow would be great. I’m free. I’d love to take you and your photographer friend out. Does she ride? ”

“I’m not sure.” But Grace imagined there wasn’t much Logan hadn’t experienced during her life.

“Well, you talk to her and call me. Do you have a cell? ”

She retrieved her phone from her purse, her hand grazing the oak box and the Root of Passion. Could the potion have anything to do with my sudden insanity?

Penny punched her number into Grace’s contact list and returned the phone, grinning. “I think—no, I know we’ll have fun tomorrow.”

“Are you sure Mr. McWhirter will let us borrow his motorcycles? ”

“I think it’ll be fine, ” Penny said. “He doesn’t own the motorcycles. They belong to me.”

“They do? ”

“Yeah. I’m Penny McWhirter, Linus’s daughter.”

 






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