He wanted more than anything to take back his actions earlier. Well, not all of them. Making love to Meg was getting to be as important to him as well…breathing. But he shouldn’t have taken her so roughly. He had always been able to express his feelings through words or art. Now, though, he was overwhelmed by emotions. He couldn’t even come up with words to describe what was going on inside his head. As he soaped up, he had to admit he was becoming somewhat obsessed with her. He had a job to do, but he was more interested in making love to Meg than actually doing the job. He had laid in bed for several minutes, watching her sleep, thinking how his life had changed in just a few days. For a man who had lived for two hundred plus years, Logan wasn’t easily surprised. Meg had thrown him for a loop. The door to the shower opened. He turned to find Meg standing there, completely naked. Surprising him once again. “Sneaking off in the middle of the night, McLennan? Not very nice of you.” “I didn’t want to wake you up.” It was the truth.
