“I may not be as good-looking as Matt Collins, but I make up for it with my sparkling personality,” he said aloud. He picked up Karlyn’s latest book, featuring her famous private investigator. He wanted her to autograph the hardback, but he had nowhere to put it since they were taking the Harley out. Logan turned the book over. Karlyn’s emerald green eyes shone with a little bit of mischief and a whole lot of sex appeal. Her picture alone revved his pulse up. And the lady could kiss. He thought of their brief encounter in his car and hoped they could repeat that—and more—tonight. Her slender, athletic body snuggled next to his on the bike would probably ignite flames that people could see from here to Lexington. Logan tossed the book aside and grabbed his keys. He locked the apartment and headed down to the diner, moving fast. He didn’t want to stop to talk with any customers. He was too eager to see Karlyn.
