Stranded with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #1)(78)

She was already drifting to sleep, though, her eyes drooping with exhaustion, and so he watched her doze off, his mind whirling with thoughts. One particular quotation that he’d read in another of her books came to mind, though. To test whether she was awake, he leaned in and whispered something sure to get a response.

“Veni, vidi, vici.” I came, I saw, I conquered.

“I heard that,” she muttered sleepily, but she smiled and patted him on the arm.

He decided to keep the other to himself. “Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.”

It seemed that loving Bront? brought out the philosopher in him as well.

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning, Bront? woke up to find Logan’s body curled around hers, and her arm was asleep from being in a cramped position over her head. She lay in bed for a long moment, debating getting up, since there was no way she’d be able to get out of bed without waking Logan.

Sweet, gorgeous Logan. God, she loved him. Terrified of getting hurt again, she’d chickened out on saying it the night before. But he’d seemed to understand her fear, and it hadn’t bothered him. He’d just kissed her, and they’d climbed in to bed together, sleeping in a tangle of limbs because they didn’t want to be parted. She’d been resting on a spring all night, and her leg was trapped under his, and her arm hung off the bed.

It was the best night of sleep she’d had in a long time.

Her bladder was protesting the hour, though, and she sighed and sat up, beginning to extract herself. Logan woke up and kissed her arm before rolling out of bed, yawning and stretching to work out the kinks in his back. “Morning, love.”

He’d been calling her “love” all night, she’d noticed. She liked it, too. Bront? smiled at him. “I need to run to the bathroom before Gretchen gets in there. She’s a shower hog.”

“Go ahead,” he told her, lying back. He grabbed the pillow and tucked it under his head, as if to go back to sleep.

She grinned and shook her head at him, then raced for the bathroom.

When she returned from her shower, she was surprised to see him up and moving about her room. He’d dressed in his boxer shorts and had made the bed. Her suitcase lay atop the blankets, and he’d pulled several of her hung-up clothes out of the closet.

Bront? gave him a curious look, holding back her frown. “What’s all this?”

Logan smiled over at her. “Thought I’d help you get started while I waited for the shower.”

“Get started with what?” She crossed her arms over her towel and tried to look open-minded about what he was going to say.

His mouth thinned a little. “We’re back together now. You’re moving back in with me.”

She shook her head. “Logan, no.”

Frustration flashed in his gaze. “Why is that a problem, Bront??” His voice sounded as if he were trying to be patient . . . and it were causing him pain.

“Because our relationship is all messed up, Logan. You and I were ‘moved in together’ before we barely even knew each other, and look at how well that worked out.”

“It worked out just fine in my eyes.”

She snorted. Of course he’d say that. “Nothing’s changed, Logan. Last night was great, but I’m allowed to sleep with a guy and not move in with him.”

His face hardened as a stark look of disbelief crossed his gaze. “Is there someone else?” His voice was deathly serious.

“What? No. Of course not.”

Relief flickered in his eyes. “Good.” He moved forward and pulled her into his arms. “I’m not seeing anyone else, and you’re not either. This thing we have, it’s just you and me.”

“All right.”

“And you’re moving back in with me.” He sounded so possessive and so utterly sure of himself.

“No, I’m not. Not until I’m ready.”

Logan seemed to think about that for a moment and then accepted it. “What will it take to make you ready? I want you back in my bed.”

“You have me back in a bed.”

“In my bed, for good. And in my life, Bront?. I want you in my life most of all. At my side.”

She tugged her towel a little tighter around her nak*d body. Being in his bed was no problem. It was being in his life that she was struggling with. “I’m not ready yet, Logan. Please don’t pressure me.”

Bront? thought he would protest again, but to her surprise, he moved in and caressed her neck, lifting strands of wet hair off of her skin. “I’m disappointed, but I understand.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth. “The offer remains, of course. Accept it when you’re ready.”

She trembled at the sweetness of his touch and the understanding in his voice. “Thank you, Logan.”

He kissed her again. “What are you doing today?”

“I work in an hour.”

“Want me to clear your schedule?”

“No,” she said with a smile. “I need to work, and Cooper could use the help today.” Working, mindless as it was, helped keep her mind off of things like her personal life. “Maybe tonight.”

He shook his head. “Tonight I’m busy.”

“Oh?” That was . . . interesting. “Busy with what?”