Finding Logan McCall
Excerpt
The red caught his eye first as Logan rounded the bend toward his driveway.
Red giving way to a slender pair of legs.
Then the other colors hit him. Yellow, blue, orange. The spectrum of the rainbow glinted against the light dusting of snow on the ground and the yellow Volkswagen in his driveway.
By the time Logan got out of his truck, it had registered that a woman did indeed belong to the car. A woman with killer legs and a dog.
Said dog was little and white with brown spots and short fur. At the moment he was lifting his leg over the shrubs edging Logan's porch.
"Good morning. Are you Logan McCall?" The woman's voice was melodious, as colorful as the red denim skirt she wore topped with a bright orange T-shirt. Totally inappropriate attire for spring in the mountains.
Not that he didn't appreciate the view. He just didn't appreciate the invasion of his privacy.
Logan pushed his sunglasses higher up on his nose and emitted a gruff reply. "Yeah, I'm McCall." Thoughts of coming home to silence, a hot shower and twelve hours of sleep faded. Why was this woman here?
"It's a beautiful day, isn't it? Not a cloud in the sky." She laughed a little self-consciously and shifted her feet.
Logan stared at the woman's bright red sneakers. She'd laced her shoes with little silver bells so that her feet tinkled every time she moved. He made the mistake of looking her in the face for the first time. She had warm brown eyes that crinkled when she smiled. Somehow he'd known she'd have the kind of expression that made you want to smile back. No one could drive a Volkswagen like that and not be cheerful.
Something was wrong. He could feel it. Women like this didn't show up on his doorstep.
Finding Logan McCall
