in the Doing it the Hard Way print Anthology with TJ Michaels & Madison Hayesebook & print
Logan knew from the first time he saw Bo Martin that she was the one for him. They were just teenagers then, but he knew.
He spent years quietly waiting for her to grow up and when he finally made his move, he moved too fast and scared Bo away.
She stayed away for four years but circumstances outside his control kept him from going to her when she finally returned.
Now it’s too late. Bo’s engaged to one of Logan’s best friends.
But he’ll be damned if he lets that wedding happen.
All he needs is a little bit of luck, and one night to convince Bo that she belongs with him.
If she faked it long enough, maybe she could actually convince herself it was all true. That she knew how to wear silk and sip wine and smile a sexy little smile at the gorgeous man staring at her. But she didn’t think it was going to happen.
Bo was more comfortable wearing jeans and a tank top while she worked a photo shoot. She’d rather the silk be on some bone-skinny model she saw through her camera lens instead of on her. She rather be riding through rain and snow on her dad’s ranch and taking pictures of a newborn foal—even helping to deliver it. She’d take the blood and gore and afterbirth, or dealing demanding models and demanding agents. She’d take those experiences any day of the week over this one.
At least she knew how to handle those.
“You don’t have to look so nervous.”
Bo didn’t see the point in lying. She looked at Logan and smiled a little. “I’m not used to this kind of place, that’s all.” Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the complete truth, but that wasn’t exactly lying, was it? Because there was no way she was going to tell Logan that he was the real reason she was so nervous.
Logan glanced around and smiled a little. “I thought about going to the Roadhouse but they don’t have crème brulee.”
Even though her belly was pleasantly full from dinner, the thought of crème brulee had her mouth watering. “You got me,” Bo said with a grin.
“You and your sweet tooth.” The waiter showed up and Bo sipped at her wine in silence while he ordered. Just one dessert. As the waiter walked away, she looked at him with a brow lifted. “I hope you don’t think I’m sharing.”
His pale brown eyes dropped to her mouth and that nervousness returned. “I’m not hungry for dessert.” The look on his face seemed to say the opposite, Bo thought. He looked like he was starving, but she had a weird feeling he wasn’t interested in food.