Mara
rested her chin on her knees where she sat in the leather U-shaped seat by the
window in the master bedroom. Logan was below in the yard, walking the
perimeter. He stopped to listen every few minutes and had stayed away since he
had left the bedroom, she suspected more so because he regretted what they'd
shared.
She
didn’t regret it. She was an adult, too, and she could have stopped him had she
wanted him to stop. It hurt that he regretted what they had done so soon
though.
Sex
with Logan brought on a menacing horde of feelings she would rather have
ignored, and had not expected. Not entirely. When she had gotten the surprise
of her life a mere week ago, she had thought all feelings for Logan far behind
her, too deeply buried to ever resurface. She'd managed to trick herself into
believing she'd forgotten about him for years, and all it had taken was one
look to make her remember the hurt. One kiss to make her remember his love. The
passion they had shared, raw and hard, deep and endless. Well, she had once
thought it endless.
Maybe
it was.
Mara
shut her eyes hard and bit her lip. She breathed in deeply through her nose and
out through her mouth.
And
then, her eyes flared open and she growled. That shit never worked to calm her
down. She raked a hand through her hair and mentally shook herself. What Logan
had done to her earlier still ravaged her senses.
Although
she'd found release, she wanted more. She wanted him, and she never wanted him
to leave her again.
Her
stare followed him as he looked over the drop, into the ravine where they had
hidden the body away.
The
Tennessee mountains were dark and gray, swaths of wispy clouds wrapping between
peaks in the distance. A low rumble shook the heavens, and Logan looked over
his shoulder in the direction of the storm closing in. Mara leaned back from
the window, waiting a moment so he wouldn’t see her. She peeked back and found
him staring up at the clouds. A moment later, he walked on, out of sight.
She
relaxed a little and looked out over the trees, watching a black-faced
chickadee sitting high up in a pine that grew off the side of the cliff as the
little bird ruffled out and fluffed his feathers. A gentle peck began to hit
the window, one after another as the mist became a drizzle and the drizzle
became a steady rain.
Thunder
rattled the window, and Mara shivered, turning her stare up to the dark
ceiling. The door downstairs opened and closed, and Mara heard Logan place his
door alarm.
She
pulled herself from the seat. Why was she nervous suddenly? As if she hadn’t
once been married to the man she had just had sex with? Like they hadn't ground
their bodies together and fucked like animals before.
Mara
turned from the window and slowly made her way downstairs, and though she tried
to look completely at ease, when their stares locked, it was everything but
ease between them.
Tension
and passion.
Hurt
and fear.
Mara
closed the space between them, brushed the short wisps of hair from Logan's
eyes before she came up on her toes, and kissed him lightly.
"We
don’t have to figure it all out now," she said.
He
growled at her, and Logan wrapped his arms around her, his lips sinking into
hers for a deeper kiss—
The
clanking of the little alarm and a loud squawking voice tore them apart. Logan
whipped in front of her and lifted his sidearm at the door.
©2014 Kerri M. Patterson
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