Who knew eluding one determined Lupine could take so much out of a girl? Ever since that incident in the stoneyard yesterday, she’d devoted all her energy to being wherever Logan Hunter was not. Well, there had been that forty-five minutes she’d spent leaning up against a tree, trying to remember how her legs worked immediately after stalking away from him. But she wasn’t counting that. Or the way it had taken a good two hours for the pleasant ache between her legs to fade to the point where she wasn’t constantly having to press them together to ease the fluttering there. She wasn’t counting that either. Instead, she concentrated on the monotony of the responsibilities she’d inherited from her father. She sent several boys back to the stoneyard to finish off the fire pit before settling into her father’s office and dragging out his dog-eared old appointment calendar. He’d been meticulous about his business, and every scheduled task and due invoice had been neatly noted in the pages of the calendar.
