She pressed her fingers to her eye sockets. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I got over it.”
“And over me,” Logan mused quietly. “I won the Sprint Cup last year.”
“I know.” She smiled at him. “One of your biggest dreams.”
“My life’s goal,” he agreed. “Met by age of thirty-two. And then, when it was over, I looked around for someone to share it with, but you were gone. The best thing that had ever happened to me-gone.” He cupped her face. “I want a family, Tara. With you. Maybe even a few kids-”
She choked. She hadn’t yet told him about Mia showing up in Lucky Harbor. She hadn’t told anyone but her sisters. She knew it would come out eventually, but she’d hoped to be in a better, stronger place with Mia first. “Logan-”
“I know. We never really talked about kids, but it’s time, don’t you think?”
Jesus. “No, you don’t understand, I-”
“I’m going to win you back,” he said softly but with steel laced beneath.
Tara sucked in a breath and tried to figure out how she felt. Flattered? Maybe. Vindicated? Definitely. A little bit heated? Well, yes, but hell, the man was gorgeous, and she wasn’t dead.
But mostly she felt unease. “I’m not an upcoming race,” she said. “I’m not available to be won.”
“I don’t see a ring on your finger.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I’m not leaving town without you, Tara.”
“Logan-”
He kissed her, then pressed up against her to deepen the connection, but she stepped back and put up her hand.
Eyes dark, breathing unsteadily, he let out a breath. “That got to you, right?”
It used to be he could rock her world, but she wasn’t feeling rocked. Okay, maybe there’d been a mild tremor, but she hadn’t been rocked. Her good parts weren’t tingling. Not like when Ford kissed her. “Logan-”
“We have the entire summer,” he said.
She knew exactly how big a gesture that was for him careerwise-had it not been a forced break due to his injury. “Because you’re hurt,” she reminded him.
“Yes, okay, so it was good timing,” he said with a wry smile. “As far as these things go.”
“Logan.” She shook her head. “Please. I need you to be honest.”
“Fine. I was forced to take the time off to heal. Even more honestly, I needed a break.” He paused. “But mostly, Tara, I need us.”
If that was true, it was only because he didn’t have racing at the moment. That was all. Or maybe he was bored. “There’s no us.”
Logan shot her a smile that said he disagreed and was confident that he could prove her wrong. “I have to go,” he said. “I promised Chloe that if she told me where you were, I’d clean a bathroom.”
While Tara sputtered, trying to picture NASCAR star Logan Perrish wielding a toilet brush, he kissed her and was gone.
Tara stared down at the vacuum. Wasn’t life supposed to get simpler the older you got? She’d been really looking forward to “simple.” She turned on the vacuum, then squealed for a second time when two warm arms came around her a few minutes later. “Logan, dammit, I told you no us!”
But she instantly realized her mistake when the arms tightened and the scent of the man came to her.
“Just me,” Ford said easily, turning her to face him. “Though I do like the ‘no us’ thing with Logan. Stick with that.” He looked her over, and some of his amusement slipped. “You okay?”
“Me? Oh sure. I mean, sure, I’m back in a town I promised to never step in again, I’m having trouble connecting with my daughter-my fault-and my ex has shown up. And you…” She closed her mouth and shook her head. Not going there. “I’m great.”
“You’ll connect with Mia,” he said. “Just give it some time. What did Logan want?”
“To know if his kiss got to me.”
Ford tensed a little. “He kissed you?”
Well, look at that. The vacuum needed to be emptied. She bent, but Ford hauled her upright again. She tilted her head up to look at him. He certainly wasn’t offering the comfort that Logan had, but there was something else. Something new, something edgy and dangerous.
To her heart, anyway.
And so damn tempting. She could admit that much to herself, but not to him. She moved to go around him, but Ford backed her to the wall and held her there with his big, warm body.
“What is it with you and the caveman thing?” she asked. And why, oh why, do I like it so much?
“So did Logan’s kiss get to you, Tara?” He took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged before freeing her. “Did it make your knees weak?”
No, but they were weak now.
Ford turned his attention to her upper lip, nipping that too. “Did his kiss make you tremble?” He kissed her full on then, a slow, hot kiss that branded her as his before finally pulling back only enough to let her breathe. “Did it, Tara? Did he get to you?”
By this time, she was so hot that she figured she was lucky she hadn’t spontaneously combusted. Against her, Ford was humming with the same tension as she. His eyes raked down her body, sending sparks racing along every nerve ending she possessed. Then he leaned in, his mouth once again hovering over hers.
Her lips fell open as she waited breathlessly for the kiss, but instead he stepped back, and she nearly slid to the floor.
With a knowing look, he lifted her up and supported her weight with no effort at all. “Tara.”
She closed her eyes, then opened them again. “No. Logan didn’t get to me. You do. You always did.”
His smile came slow and sinfully lethal, and she pushed at him, thinking it should be illegal to have a smile like that. “Which you already knew, damn you. It doesn’t mean anything, Ford. Not without intent.”
“I have plenty of intent.”
No kidding. “Intent from me,” she said. “And the only intent I have is to get to know Mia and make a wild success out of the inn this weekend. And then the next and so on, until we’re making enough money that Maddie is stable here on her own.”
Something came into his eyes at that. She wasn’t sure what. “And then?” he said.
“And then I’ll go.”
Temper, she decided. That’s what was in his eyes. A good amount of it, and frustration, too.
“You’ll go where, back to Texas?” he asked. “Far away from all the strings on your heart because that’s the easiest way?”
Ouch.
And true.
“Maybe,” she admitted, and damn him for putting it so succinctly into words. “Which makes us one hell of a pair, doesn’t it? The runner-that would be me-and the guy who…”
“Who what?” he asked, eyes narrowed.
“It’s easy come, easy go for you, isn’t it? Things either fall into your lap and work out, or they don’t. And if they don’t, you’re never overly bothered much.” Again she shoved clear of him.
And this time he let her go.
The next morning, Ford woke up in a rare, foul mood. Tara was right about him. He was easy come, easy go, and he didn’t like what that said about him.
And then there was Tara. She was difficult and a pain in his ass, and he had no idea why he wanted her.
Except he did.
He wanted her because she saw the real him. She didn’t take his shit. And she made him feel. Christ, did she make him feel. And what he felt at the moment was impatient and frustrated as hell.
Usually a sign for him to move on.
Hell if that urge didn’t piss him off too, because it proved her point. Christ, he really hated that.
He didn’t want to move on.
Another shock. He thought maybe he was falling for her all over again, maybe even harder than the first time. As for her, he had no idea what she was feeling. For all he knew, she was feeling everything he was-but for Logan. He hated that, too. Frustrated with her, with himself, with every fucking thing, he did his usual morning run and then walked to the post office to collect his mail. Logan happened to be at the counter and Ford shook his head. Fan-fucking-tastic, because they hadn’t seen nearly enough of each other lately.