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Melody
watched as he searched for the message, scowling briefly at his phone.

“Here
it is.” He set the phone on the coffee table and they listened to Victoria’s
voice. When the messages were done, Logan stuck the phone back in his pocket.

“Call
in the morning and take the meeting. It’ll be at one o’clock and in Ryan’s
office. Lori will probably come get you from reception and bring you up to his
office.”

Logan
sat back on the couch and Melody curled next to him. “I just want this to be
over, for both of us. It drives me crazy thinking of you there, with him, every
day.”

Melody
started to protest, but Logan held his finger to her lips. “I know…I know
there’s nothing. But to know that this is happening, it’s just hard…very hard.”

They
ate by candlelight, the distant rumble of thunder and the brief flashes of
lightening lending the whole meal a romantic flavor. After dinner, Logan
carried one tall candlestick into the bedroom, setting it on the night stand.

In
the candlelight, and in silence, Logan slowly undressed Melody, taking his time
with each piece of clothing. She could feel his eyes moving over her body as he
uncovered her, looking at her with something like awe. The gentleness in his gaze,
the love for her brought tears to her eyes. Logan looked puzzled, pulling her
against him, his lips tracing the track of a tear that rolled down her cheek.

“Did
you know tears of happiness are chemically different than tears of anger?” He
murmured the words against her neck. Melody suppressed a sudden, small giggle.

“No,
I didn’t. And why do you know this?”

Logan
straightened, looking into her eyes. “I read on the road. Picked it up
somewhere. These…” He ran a finger over her cheek “…are tears of happiness.”

Melody
raised an eyebrow. “You can tell?”

“Aye.
They taste like happiness…they taste like you. And I have no reason to doubt
that you’re happy. Am I right?”

Melody
smiled. “You’re right. Very right.”

Logan
picked her up, settling her on the bed. Images from their first night together
came flooding back, the heady feeling of being with this strange man, not
thinking at all about anything but the look of him standing naked beside the
bed, the confident he exuded, the blatant sex appeal, all which pointed to the
promise of a fantastic night of sex…and nothing more.

But
here she was, in love with him, and he loved her. That took her breath away and
made everything that was happening to her at the office fade into the distance.
With Logan here, in bed with her, his body pressed against hers, there was
nothing else she needed or wanted.

Their
lovemaking was long and slow, the candle melting down into long fingers of wax,
finally guttering out, and leaving them illuminated only by intermittent
flashes of lightening.

Sometime
toward morning, as Melody held Logan tight in her arms, the force of his
release taking her breath away, she was carried along with him, on the strength
of his passion, the movement of his body leading hers, sending her on a
spinning ride of her own.

They
clung to each other for a long time, breath rasping from their throats, finally
coming down from their shared high. They gradually relaxed their arms and legs,
slowly moving apart, rearranging, finding each other again, eventually settling
into comfortably entwined arms and legs.

Melody
was drifting, warm and relaxed, enjoying that magical sensation of not knowing
where her limbs ended and Logan’s began.

But
after a long time Melody realized Logan was still awake.

“Is
something wrong? You’re not asleep.”

“I’m
thinking about the band, about the breakup of the band, more to the point.” She
could hear the echo of sadness in his voice.

“You
haven’t said anything about the band since we left Scotland.”

“It’s
hard, one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”

“You’ve
known them a long time. It must have been like a betrayal, when they broke
away.”

Logan
shifted beneath her. “No, you’ve got it turned around. It wasn’t they that
broke up with me, it was me that broke up with them.”

Melody
turned toward Logan. In the soft light from the window, she could see his face,
watched as she stared up at the ceiling.

“Why,
Logan? I thought you were trying to hold them all together.”

“I
was. But in the end, it was like keeping a relationship together just because
it’s always been. Even if it’s broken. And we were broken. We weren’t playing
music because we loved it, we were playing because it was expected. There was
no joy in it. We knew it and the fans knew it. London was sold out, but when
they left, the crowd was disappointed. So were we.”

Logan
sighed heavily. “And so I told them, one more show, at home. Where they love us
for us, and the music is second. And the show was good, because we were playing
for our families and for home.”

Melody
felt Logan reaching for her hand, finding it and pulling it against his chest.
“I knew you were there. I saw you walk in. But I couldn’t face you until I’d
faced my fans.”

“I’m
so sorry. That night must have been torture for you.”

“It
was hard. But it’s in the past. I have you now, and the band…I love them like
brothers. But the only one to see my way was Angus. The rest, Duff and Colin,
they’re mad at me, probably will be for some time.”

“What
are you going to do for music? Are you going to go solo?”

He
moved beneath her, shifting his arm pulling her against his chest. “No, not for
the moment. I think I’d like to just make it through this mess with Ashton
before I think about it.” He squeezed her hard.

“And
I’d like to get to know you, Melody, spend my days and nights with you, having
nothing but time for us.”

The
smile was there in his voice, and she leaned over, her mouth finding his. The
longing she’d come to expect was gone and his kiss was filled with passion and
desire, and it thrilled her to the core knowing it was for her. He held her
against his chest, his hands sliding down her back, caressing her skin, sending
shivers along her spine.

Logan
rolled over, Melody deliciously pinned by his weight. “You’re an amazement to
me, Melody. Ye truly are. I count my lucky stars that we’re here now, together.
And I keep hoping and praying everything that stands in front of us gets
resolved as well, the case for me and the situation with Ryan for you.”

Before
she could answer, he claimed her mouth again in a kiss that left her gasping.
And before long, he was doing other things that left both of them gasping.

The
thunder rumbled and flashes of light cast shadows in their room, but neither
noticed as the storm continued raging outside.

 

 * * *

 

The
storm finally passed and the sun had just started tinting the gray sky shades
of pink when Melody finally fell asleep. The alarm woke her just a few hours
later and as much as she longed to remain in bed with Logan, there were things
that needed to be done.

She
woke Logan, barely able to resist his attempts to lure her back to bed as she
stood by the side of the bed, clutching her robe together. Logan was lazily
tugging at the sash with one hand, the other caressing her thigh. She pulled
the sash away from him, backing up from the bed.

“I
need to be at work and you need to make a phone call. I want this interview
scheduled for today. You know how important it is.”

Logan
propped himself against the head of the bed, the sheet draped across his lap,
his hair tousled, eyes still heavy-lidded with sleep. She bit her lip, wavered
for a moment before resolutely turned toward the bathroom. His rich laugh made
her smile, and then the chirp of his cell phone interrupted them.

She
looked back, watched as he climbed out of bed, retrieving the phone from the
coffee table. He flipped open the phone, glancing at the screen before closing
the phone.

Logan
glanced up at her, a seductive smile on his face. Melody’s knees went weak.

“Exerting
your willpower today, Melody?”

She
fled to the bathroom, closed the door and leaning against it, smiling.
If he
only knew.

Melody
was at her desk, dressed in an impeccable suit, crisp and professional. She’d
taken extra care getting dressed, wanting to project just the right image for
her meeting with Logan and Ryan.

The
morning dragged interminably as she waited for either Lori or Victoria to send
her an invitation to the meeting. She bit her nails, anxious to call Logan to
make sure he’d made the phone call, but he said he would and she’d have to
trust him.
Maybe Ryan’s not in today…or has another meeting.

It
was well after ten o’clock when the ping of her computer made her jump. She
clicked on the message and resisted the urge to do a fist-pump. The interview
with Logan was set for three o’clock that afternoon. Again, she resisted the
urge to call Logan.

Since
the night Ryan had shown up at her door when she’d been expecting Logan, she’d
thought long and hard about just how he knew Logan would be there, and that he
knew the time. Ryan even had had the nerve to repeat her conversation with Logan
back to her. Apart from having a spy in the office or lurking outside her door,
she wondered sometimes if he had the ability to listen in on her phone calls.

She
shook her head.
Am I really that paranoid? Hell, yes. And it’s justified.

Victoria
was in and out of her office periodically, dropping off files, helping Melody
organize her desk. Even though Melody had had reservations about her, Victoria
was proving to be quite perceptive, quickly picking up on Melody’s routine.

The
clock seemed to stop completely after lunch, crawling slowly toward three. Melody
was so on edge she finally banished Victoria from her office, giving her a
complaint to type, even though it was clear Victoria wasn’t yet ready to handle
a document that complex.

Just
before three Melody grabbed her legal pad and pen.

“I’m
heading up to Ryan’s office for the interview with Logan MacKenzie.” She
turned, heading for the elevator.

“Wait.
I’ll ride up with you.”

Melody
turned back. “Ride with me where?”

“Mr.
Marshall asked that I sit in on this interview.”

Melody
was stunned. “I thought he didn’t want you sitting in yet? When did that
change?”

“Oh,
well, he said this case was pretty important and I could learn a great deal by
sitting in.”

Melody
frowned at Victoria. “Well, I’d prefer if you’d stay here and work on that
complaint I gave you to type. The MacKenzie-Ashton case is in mid-stream right
now. I’m not sure how much you’d pick up coming in this late. The next case,
you’ll be involved from the start.”

Victoria
hesitated, clearly torn between conflicting directives. But her phone rang and
she turned back to her desk. Melody took the opportunity and quickly walked to
the elevator.

Ryan’s
door was ajar and she knocked lightly. He was standing by the window and
turned, his charming smile already in place.

“Melody.
Right on time. Can’t say the same for our client though, can we?”

Melody
stepped into Ryan’s office. As she was closing the door behind her, she glanced
up, catching the startled expression on Lori’s face. She had the overwhelming
urge to wink at the woman, but she managed to control herself.

She
walked forward, dropping her pad and pen on the table. She undid the single
button on the front of her suit jacket, sliding the garment off and draping it
over the back of a chair.

She’d
worn the most provocative blouse she owned, a sheer white halter top that,
covered by her jacket, appeared completely professional. But once she removed
her jacket, she was left in almost nothing, her back bare, her breasts clearly
outlined beneath the thin silk.

Ryan’s
eyes widened slightly, moving down slowly over her body, lingering on her
breasts, her hips. The skirt of her suit was tight and she knew it hugged every
curve. She perched on the table, one slender leg extended, her skirt riding up
her thigh.

“He
called and left a message with Victoria. Some problem with his band. He’ll be
late, closer to four o’clock.”

Ryan’s
eyes snapped back to her face. She pushed away from the table, back arching
just so, her breasts sliding against the silk of the blouse. Ryan was still watching
her, but his gaze had drifted back to her silk-covered breasts.

“I’m
glad he’s late. It gives me a chance to talk to you for a minute.” She was
standing directly in front of Ryan and she placed a hand on his arm. The scent
of his cologne reminded her of the other times she’d been in his office, the
times he’d touched her. The times she’d wanted to push him away.

“I’ve
been thinking…quite a bit. About making partner, and other…things.” She dropped
her voice. “A great many things.”

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