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Confidential: Expecting!

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Logan wasn’t willing to make it too easy for her. So he stood and, giving her a salute, walked backward a few steps toward the exit.

Just before turning he called, “You’re a reporter, Mallory. If you really want to meet me, you’ll figure it out.”

Chapter Two

DESPITE changing into a lightweight blouse and a pair of cropped trousers, Mallory was wilting in the late-afternoon heat by the time she arrived at Logan’s slip at the Chicago Yacht Club. It didn’t help that she’d nearly jogged the half-dozen blocks from the El stop. She had a car, but she often found public transportation less of a hassle than trying to find a place to park.

After leaving the luncheon, she’d hurried through her story, filing it after only a cursory second read and a run of her computer’s spellchecker. It wasn’t like her to rush, especially for a man. But then Logan was far more than that to her. He was a story.

Her story took her breath away when she caught sight of him standing with his feet planted shoulder-width apart on the deck of a sailboat. Behind him sunlight reflected off the smooth, aquamarine surface of the lake, making him look like something straight out of a fantasy.

His back was to her, a cell phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, so she took her time studying him. He’d changed his clothing, too. Instead of the pricy suit he’d worn earlier, he was attired in a short-sleeved shirt that showed off a pair of muscled arms and casual tan slacks that fit nicely across a very fine and firm-looking butt. Mallory fanned herself. Damned heat. Though it was only June, the mercury had to be pushing one hundred degrees Fahrenheit in the shade.

On the barest wisp of a breeze, Logan’s side of the conversation floated to her.

“You don’t need to worry…No. Really. Do you know the saying ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer’?” His laughter rumbled deep and rich before he continued. “Exactly…Yeah, I’ll call you.”

He said goodbye and flipped his phone closed. As soon as he turned and spotted Mallory, male interest lit up his eyes and a flush of embarrassment stained his cheeks.

He coughed. “I didn’t realize you were here.”

“Obviously.”

His flush deepened.

Mallory could have pretended not to have overheard anything. That would have been the polite thing to do. But she was a reporter, which meant curiosity trumped politeness.

“So, which one am I?” When he frowned, she added helpfully, “Friend or enemy?”

She gave him credit. Logan pulled out of his flaming, death spiral with amazing speed and agility. But then, he was a veteran of talk radio and live broadcasts, which meant he was good at thinking on his feet.

Walking to the rail, he asked, “Which one do you consider yourself?”

“Ah. Very clever, turning the question around. Is that what they teach you to do in psychiatry school?”

“Among other things,” he allowed.

Whatever remained of his embarrassment had evaporated completely by the time his hand clasped Mallory’s to help her aboard. His palm was warm against hers, pleasantly so despite the heat. It seemed a shame when he removed it, though she supposed it would have been awkward if he had continued the contact.

“So,” she said, filling in the silence.

“So.” One side of his mouth lifted, but he backed up a step, and she liked knowing that she could keep him as off balance as he made her. Tucking his hands into the front pockets of his trousers, he said, “I wasn’t sure you were coming or that you’d be able to find me.”

Though the city had more than one yacht club, it hadn’t taken much effort. His boat was registered. Besides, the Chicago Yacht Club, which dated to the late eighteen hundreds, was exclusive. It seemed the most likely spot for an up-and-coming celebrity who cherished his privacy.

Mallory nodded toward the bottle of red wine that was open and breathing on a small table topside. “I’d say you knew that I would.”

He shrugged. “I was hopeful. Besides, I was banking on your journalistic instincts.”

“I bank on them, too, since they rarely fail me.”

“Should I be nervous?”

“You tell me,” she replied.

“I guess that depends on why you’re here.”

“I was invited,” she reminded him.

“So you were.”

In truth, Mallory was still perplexed by

Logan’s spontaneous offer of an afternoon sail. It was one of the reasons she’d come. What exactly did the man have in mind?

“Why?” The question rent the silence with all the delicacy of a gull’s cry.

“Excuse me?”

“Why did you invite me?”

“Well, that’s blunt.” He chuckled.

Mallory shrugged. “I don’t believe in beating around the bush.”

“No, I don’t suppose you would.” With an index finger, he tapped his cell phone. “You know, my agent wanted to know the answer to that very question, too.”

“What did you tell her, besides not to worry?”

His brows furrowed. “Actually, I didn’t have an answer for her.”

“Besides the friends-and-enemies adage,” Mallory remarked.

“Besides that,” he agreed. “So, why did you come? And, yes, I’m turning the question around.”

“Curiosity,” she replied honestly. “How could I decline when I find you so intriguing?”

“I’m flattered, I think. Especially if that’s the woman speaking rather than the reporter.”

“They’re one and the same, remember?”

Logan’s gaze intensified. “Are you sure about that?”

She was, or at least she had been until he’d pinned her with that stare and baldly asked. The boat moved under her feet, a slight rolling motion that reminded her of the water bed she’d had as a teenager. She’d slept like a baby back then. These days she was lucky to snatch a few hours of uninterrupted slumber before her eyes snapped open and her mind began clicking away like a slide projector, flashing the items on her current to-do list at work along with the goals related to her long-range career plans.

“I’d love a glass of that wine,” she said, opting to change the subject.

“I wouldn’t mind some myself.” As he poured it, he said, “How exactly did you find me? I only ask so I can prevent others from doing the same.”
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