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waited, gazing at her with such a hesitant-hopeful look that she had a hard time keeping from smiling.
By this time she felt more comfortable with him, but she wasn't yet ready to grant him that favor. It would have been more in character if he had just helped himself, like he had to the rest of her life, but perhaps he felt he had intruded enough.
If he meant her no harm, let him wait and prove it.
"No." The single word was curt and decisive, and came out much more harshly than she had intended. The hurt disappointment flashed briefly in his blue eyes before he lowered them.
"Sure. I understand." The sound of his voice revealed his acceptance—for once. He took a deep breath and let it out, visibly shaking off her rejection, then quickly pushed for something else. "But would you...do you think...could I come see you again?"
Alison didn't want him to beg, that hadn't been her purpose in refusing to kiss him. She didn't want to hurt him particularly either; he had done her no harm.
"Oh...I guess that would be okay." She tried to act like she was still pondering it, but he could see she was faking it.
"I'm not the villain anymore?" he asked, an upswing to his manner, suddenly teasing, his blue eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
She smiled in return. She had given him a pretty hard time. His middle name must be perseverance. "If you forgive me for Macing you."
“Certainly. I don't blame you. Although I did check to see if you had a can of Mace in your hand before I got in the car."
She wasn’t going to tell him how close he’d come to being Maced a second time. "I'll see you whenever you get to Seattle...if you wish," she added as an afterthought.
"I wish."
"As long as you behave yourself."
For answer he swept her a low bow and deepened his Tennessee drawl. "Scout's honor, Ma'am. Now I'd better let you get home."
Turning back toward the road, they could see the suns rays were reflected off a quaking aspen whose branches spread out over the car. The wet leaves acted like tiny mirrors, shimmering in the gentle breeze, flashing on and off like a thousand heliographs. Their beauty caught Alison's eye as she turned and she stopped to take it in.
"Look." She pointed. "Diamonds."
"Yes." His voice told her he appreciated the sight as much as she and they stared silently for a moment before walking back to the car. This, more than all the things he had done today, eased Alison's mind. Anyone who was attuned to the beauty of nature couldn't be bad, could he?
Logan walked around to the passenger side and folded his legs in carefully. "Let's head out. I've a ways to go and need to catch a taxi to the airport. I just need an address so they can find me."
"I can drop you off at Alderwood Mall."
“Great.”
He did not ask to kiss her as he left, but silently touched his finger to his lips, then to hers, in a gesture of affection more stirring than many kisses she'd experienced.
From there she drove to Chantal's. The heavy traffic slowed her down and it took a while to make her way across to the Ballard area. Her heart was beating normally again by the time she reached her friend's place.
"Logan came again," she announced dramatically as soon as she entered the apartment.
"He did?" A multicolored smock covered Chantal's shirt and jeans and a streak of blue paint was smeared across her chin. She removed the smock and stuck her paintbrush in some thinner while Alison shut the door. Together they moved out to the kitchen table.
Alison put her bent forefinger to her lips as she sat down, contemplating her new feelings. The act brought back vividly his manner of parting from her and her eyes softened in remembrance. "Actually—"
"Oh, no...don't tell me," Chantal said, quickly reading Alison's dreamy expression. "After all your doubts, now you like the guy?" She filled the tea kettle, plunked it on a burner and turned on the gas. From an upper cupboard she fished out two tea bags and two cups.
"He explained, sort
By this time she felt more comfortable with him, but she wasn't yet ready to grant him that favor. It would have been more in character if he had just helped himself, like he had to the rest of her life, but perhaps he felt he had intruded enough.
If he meant her no harm, let him wait and prove it.
"No." The single word was curt and decisive, and came out much more harshly than she had intended. The hurt disappointment flashed briefly in his blue eyes before he lowered them.
"Sure. I understand." The sound of his voice revealed his acceptance—for once. He took a deep breath and let it out, visibly shaking off her rejection, then quickly pushed for something else. "But would you...do you think...could I come see you again?"
Alison didn't want him to beg, that hadn't been her purpose in refusing to kiss him. She didn't want to hurt him particularly either; he had done her no harm.
"Oh...I guess that would be okay." She tried to act like she was still pondering it, but he could see she was faking it.
"I'm not the villain anymore?" he asked, an upswing to his manner, suddenly teasing, his blue eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
She smiled in return. She had given him a pretty hard time. His middle name must be perseverance. "If you forgive me for Macing you."
“Certainly. I don't blame you. Although I did check to see if you had a can of Mace in your hand before I got in the car."
She wasn’t going to tell him how close he’d come to being Maced a second time. "I'll see you whenever you get to Seattle...if you wish," she added as an afterthought.
"I wish."
"As long as you behave yourself."
For answer he swept her a low bow and deepened his Tennessee drawl. "Scout's honor, Ma'am. Now I'd better let you get home."
Turning back toward the road, they could see the suns rays were reflected off a quaking aspen whose branches spread out over the car. The wet leaves acted like tiny mirrors, shimmering in the gentle breeze, flashing on and off like a thousand heliographs. Their beauty caught Alison's eye as she turned and she stopped to take it in.
"Look." She pointed. "Diamonds."
"Yes." His voice told her he appreciated the sight as much as she and they stared silently for a moment before walking back to the car. This, more than all the things he had done today, eased Alison's mind. Anyone who was attuned to the beauty of nature couldn't be bad, could he?
Logan walked around to the passenger side and folded his legs in carefully. "Let's head out. I've a ways to go and need to catch a taxi to the airport. I just need an address so they can find me."
"I can drop you off at Alderwood Mall."
“Great.”
He did not ask to kiss her as he left, but silently touched his finger to his lips, then to hers, in a gesture of affection more stirring than many kisses she'd experienced.
From there she drove to Chantal's. The heavy traffic slowed her down and it took a while to make her way across to the Ballard area. Her heart was beating normally again by the time she reached her friend's place.
"Logan came again," she announced dramatically as soon as she entered the apartment.
"He did?" A multicolored smock covered Chantal's shirt and jeans and a streak of blue paint was smeared across her chin. She removed the smock and stuck her paintbrush in some thinner while Alison shut the door. Together they moved out to the kitchen table.
Alison put her bent forefinger to her lips as she sat down, contemplating her new feelings. The act brought back vividly his manner of parting from her and her eyes softened in remembrance. "Actually—"
"Oh, no...don't tell me," Chantal said, quickly reading Alison's dreamy expression. "After all your doubts, now you like the guy?" She filled the tea kettle, plunked it on a burner and turned on the gas. From an upper cupboard she fished out two tea bags and two cups.
"He explained, sort
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