Logan Williams has plenty of luck. The problem is, it's all bad.
Logan is not happy his cousin retained the services of Dr. Jenna for the Last Chance Ranch. She may be the local vet, but he’d hoped never to see her again because it had taken so long to forget her the first time.
Jenna Atkins is not afraid of Logan’s bark because any man who looks at his baby daughter the way he does, has got to have a good heart buried somewhere in there. That doesn’t mean she plans to get any closer than they already were.
But when baby Charlotte’s mother arrives and sets her sights on Logan, Jenna discovers a territorial side of herself she didn’t know she had. The question is, should she walk away and let Logan’s luck run its course or should she interfere? Knowing Logan, either way, she’s bound to get hurt.
Once outside and around the corner of the barn, Jenna stopped. “What are you doing?” Her words were clearly ground out between clenched teeth.
It gave him a perverse pleasure to know someone else was as irritated as he was. He smirked. “I’m walking you to your car.”
She faced him and crossed her arms over her chest. “Since when?”
Good question. “Since I wanted to ask you to go to the Black Mustang tomorrow night.”
Her eyes widened in shock before she dropped her arms and hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “I thought you were meeting Charlotte’s mother there tomorrow night.”
Now that he’d said it, a plan started to form. “I am. That’s why I want you there. You’re a no nonsense kind of person. I need someone else’s opinion of her.”
He pushed his left hand against his thigh, cracking three knuckles at once before continuing. “My family will tell me to let her see Charlotte simply because she’s her mother, but I need to know she’s acceptable. I don’t want to expose Charlotte to her mother if she’s a druggy, or shady or anything else that could be dangerous.”
Jenna looked at him oddly. “Logan Williams, I don’t know whether to kick your ass or hug you.”
At the thought of her throwing her tiny body against his, his mind skittered in another direction all together. Damn, he still had it bad for her. This probably wasn’t such a good idea. “Never mind. It was just an idea.”
Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of romance inspired by the classics. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe's short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she's read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.
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