On the cab ride home, my head was spinning like a top. Logan Rourke had certainly given me a lot to process.
When I rewound our entire interview, start to finish, I was more conflicted than ever, to the point of wondering if I should decline his job offer altogether.
For one thing, my own reaction to him was troubling. I fell apart just talking to him about mundane things.
Maybe, in the interest of professionalism and self-preservation, I should quit before I started.
I pulled out the set of three keys he had given me. I just stared at them as I played with them the rest of the way home.
What should I do?
When I got back to my little studio loft, I dropped my purse onto a chair and kicked off my shoes with a deep groan.
“Oh, Watson,” I said, stumbling over to collapse onto the couch where he was napping.
He lifted his head and yawned at me in greeting. Eventually he got up and came over to circle my head.
I got him to settle down on my chest, where he crushed the air from my body as he lovingly needled my collarbone. “I missed you, too, buddy,” I told him in a wheeze.
I thought about doing some writing before I made myself dinner and grabbed a shower, but I did none of those things. Instead, I fell asleep right there on the couch.
Logan finally got off the phone with his overly anxious accountant and collapsed onto the sofa in his study.
He sipped a glass of scotch as he gazed unseeingly at the Monet above his faux fireplace and absently stroked Reddington’s head at the same time.
“What the hell have I gotten myself into with this one?” he murmured with sardonic amusement, looking down at his dog. “Huh, old boy?”
Reddington yawned hugely. He had no answer for him.
Logan leaned back and closed his eyes, but not out of fatigue.
When he closed his eyes, he could see her entrancing face again, and if he concentrated, he could still feel the imprint of her soft curves pressing into his body when she had hugged him.
What a sweet, tantalizing little enigma she was.
As much as she intrinsically unnerved him, Logan found himself craving another taste of her peculiar flavor.
