Blame It On The Cowboy

“For the record, I haven’t seen my mother in over two years,” she finally said, sinking back down onto the chair. “I really am a chef. Went to culinary school. And I wasn’t running a con on you.”

“Really?” He couldn’t have possibly sounded more skeptical.

“Really.” And she couldn’t have possibly sounded more pissed off. “What else did your spies dig up on me?”

Nothing. But clearly they’d missed something. Something that Logan would have them dig even deeper to find.

“Aren’t your con-artist parents enough dirt?” he asked her.

She stayed quiet again for several moments, but Logan thought she might be relieved. Yeah, there was definitely something else to learn about Reese Stephenson.

“I’ve done everything I can to distance myself from my parents and the things they did,” she finally said. “I never stay in one place for too long because I don’t want my mother to find me.”

“Then that should fit right into my plans.” He nearly brought up that he didn’t know what her plan had been, but he decided it wasn’t wise to risk another kiss. There were condoms in the loft, and he didn’t want that hard part of his body suggesting sex.

“What plans?” she asked.

“For you to leave.” He heard the words. The tone. It was probably a tone he used daily to someone involved in his business deals. But it did sound a little Old West, as if he were running her out of town.

Which he sort of was.

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