Wounded Souls by R J Nolan

Author:R J Nolan [Nolan, R J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9783955335878
Publisher: Ylva-Publishing
Published: 2016-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 25

Dale had been uncharacteristically quiet since meeting in the parking garage. Logan peered at her through half-lidded eyes as they rode the elevator to Dale’s apartment. Did she regret inviting Logan to her home? Logan was certainly having second thoughts.

When the elevator dinged, announcing their arrival on the third floor, Dale started. She shook her head, then hesitantly met Logan’s gaze. “I’m at the end of the hall.”

Worry tugged at Logan as they walked down the hall. Dale was unsuccessfully trying to hide a limp. Had she injured herself on the stairs at the beach? Or was it from wearing her prosthesis too long? She longed to ask the questions but resisted since Dale seemed uncomfortable with any mention of her injuries.

Dale unlocked the door to her apartment, pushed it open, and motioned Logan inside.

Logan stepped just inside the door and hesitated, very aware of her shoes that were leaving sand and drops of water on Dale’s hardwood floor.

Dale had no such concerns. She pulled off her soaked leather jacket and hung it on a nearby hall tree. “Give me your jacket, and I’ll hang it here to dry.” Her athletic shoes squished as she made her way into the living room. She glanced over her shoulder and seemed surprised to see Logan still standing by the door. “Come into my bedroom, and I’ll get you some dry clothes. Don’t worry about the floor. I’ll take care of it once we get dry. Then I’ll make us something to eat.”

A rush of unexpectedly strong arousal short-circuited Logan’s brain at the “come into my bedroom.” The pulsing at her core was just as quickly doused when the rest of Dale’s words sunk in. No way was she going to try to squeeze into Dale’s too-small clothes. Dale was superbly muscled and not the least bit skinny, and while they were the same height, that didn’t change the fact that Logan had twenty-five pounds on her—if not more. “That’s okay. I’ll just take off my socks and shoes.” She quickly shucked the aforementioned items and tucked her wet socks into her shoes. “My pants dried out in the car.” She walked into the living room, her toes curling at the feel of the cold wood beneath her bare feet. “You go ahead and get changed. I’m fine.”

Dale glanced down at Logan’s pants, then back up, a scowl marring her face. “You’re not very good at telling an…untruth.”

“I’m not—” Logan grimaced when Dale arched an eyebrow. Okay, so she was lying, but for a good reason. She didn’t want to be forced into admitting Dale’s clothes were going to be too small for her. “They’ll be dry soon. I’m good.”

“You’re being ridiculous. We’re both soaked.” She tugged Logan by the hand. “Come on. I’ve got sweats that will fit you.” She met her gaze and clearly read her real concern. “No worries.”

Logan ducked her head, a flush heating her cheeks at being so transparent. She allowed Dale to lead her to her bedroom.

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