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photojournalist?”
    “Dad gave me his old Nikon one day when I was bugging the crap out of him and let me loose. I don’t think Mom was too happy when I started coming home covered with grass stains and dirt from crawling around on the ground trying to get the perfect shot of a squirrel. Or from falling out of a tree while snapping a pic of the neighbor’s cat stalking a bird it had no hope in hell of catching.”
    “Fun.”
    “I thought so. When Dad realized how into it I was getting, he took me to work with him and showed me how to develop my own photos.” Her fond smile washed over him. “Those are some of my best memories with my dad, hanging out with him in the darkroom at the Lake Avalon Gazette .”
    Logan sipped more coffee, amazed at how much information she managed to share in one breath and even more amazed at the enthusiasm with which she shared it. She made him laugh. She made him smile. She made him think the world wasn’t such a cold, dark place after all. Which just affirmed all over again what he’d suspected three months ago when this lovely, lively woman almost died: He could fall for her. Hard and fast.
    Alex set her elbows on the table and gestured at him with her third doughnut. “I answered your questions. Now you answer mine.”
    Time to go. He pushed back from the table and rose. “Much as I’d love to stay and chat, I have to report for duty. Is a rain check okay?”
    Her dark eyes narrowed as they perused him. “Are you dodging?”
    He barely managed to resist the urge to lean down and kiss the tip of her adorable nose. “Yep.”
    “I’ll just nail you tonight during our date—I mean . . .” Her cheeks flushed a brighter red. “Crap.”
    His grin broadened. “I’m counting on it.”

CHAPTER FOUR

    A fter a good couple of hours on her knees helping Charlie yank weeds out of her garden, Alex sat back on her heels. She pulled off a gardening glove and ran a hand through hair curling further in the humidity. She imagined Logan’s fingers in it, imagined him gripping her head while he kissed her, hot and hungry. A warm flush climbed up from the pit of her stomach that had nothing to do with the sun beaming down on her. For the hundredth time, she chided herself to stop thinking about him. But she couldn’t help it. He consumed her thoughts. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him, couldn’t wait for that first searing kiss.
    Deciding she needed something cool to drink, she pushed to her feet. “I’m going inside for some water. Want any?”
    Charlie stripped off her gloves and then used the back of one hand to push back wisps of dark hair that had escaped from her ponytail. She looked healthy and tan and well rested in a pink tank top and navy shorts. “I’ll come in, too. I’m ready for a break.”
    Alex extended a hand to help her sister to her feet, but Charlie ignored the offer and rose on her own. The brush-off stung, and Alex debated whether to say anything. If Charlie’s distance hadn’t become so obvious lately, she wouldn’t have. But now she was irked. The snub had pissed all over her good mood, and that just wasn’t right.
    She huffed out a breath. “I don’t have cooties, you know.”
    Charlie stilled in the act of brushing the dirt off her knees. When she looked at Alex, her golden brown eyes brimmed with regret. “Damn, Alex, I’m sorry.”
    “Sorry for what? Not hugging me anymore? Because, you don’t.”
    “I was hoping you hadn’t noticed.”
    “How could I not notice? You used to hug me every time you saw me, and then you just stopped. I thought at first that you were afraid you’d hurt me, because of the . . . you know. But I’m fine now, and you still make an effort not to touch me.”
    “I . . . I don’t . . .”
    “You flinch, too. When I get too close. You flinch away.”
    “Alex—”
    “I hope you know that I don’t blame you for the shooting. It was an accident. He was a psycho, and I was in the wrong place at the wrong