“That’s enough,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her into the bedroom.

He flung himself onto the bed, bringing Des down on top of him, already hungry for more of her.

“What? You’re not exhausted from that bout in the shower?”

He cupped her butt. “Not even close.”

She wriggled against him. “You have a lot of stamina, Logan.”

He gave her a grin and rolled her under him. “You have no idea, Des.”

Chapter 12

DES MET UP with Colt, Tony, and the others early in the day. Colt had made breakfast and given her a call so she could come over and join them. And as Logan had slipped out of bed in the middle of the night, telling her he had to be up before dawn to see to some things on the ranch, she was alone.

Unfortunately. But she understood he had work to do, so she’d kissed him good-bye and told him they’d be over sometime mid-morning to help out.

It was great to see Tony, Sarah, and Callie again.

“I heard you all partying last night.”

“As much partying as we could do, given the location,” Tony said. “But it’s enough to just be here with Colt.”

Colt put his arm around Tony as Des leaned back against the counter and surveyed them all while sipping her coffee.

Sarah and Callie were their closest friends in L.A. and also knew about Colt and Tony, often hanging out with them in groups. Sarah, a striking, tall brunette with a killer figure, was a makeup artist, and Callie, the cutest petite blond who wore her hair pixie short and had amazing piercings, was a hairstylist. And then there was Tony, drop-dead, movie-star gorgeous with black hair and deep dark brown eyes, such a beautiful contrast to Colt’s blond surfer-boy looks. Tony really should have been in front of the camera, but made his living as a cinematographer. Having them all in the business meant they had a lot in common. And they all knew how treacherous the media and gossip sites were, so they held Tony and Colt’s secret close.

“Were you in L.A.?” Des asked Tony.

He shook his head. “No. I just finished a shoot in London.” He yawned. “This jet lag is killing me.”

“You can sleep on the plane,” Colt said. “Because I’m going to spend every minute with you that I can.”

“No problem there. I’ve missed you.”

Colt squeezed his hand. “Ditto.”

“You two are disgustingly sweet together,” Sarah said. “Why can’t I find a guy as great as either one of you?”

“They’re g*y or taken,” Callie said. “Or they all live somewhere other than L.A., because they sure as hell don’t live where we do. And the awesome ones aren’t in the movie business, because most of the men we deal with are pricks.”

Des laughed. “Amen to that.”

“Hey, we’re men,” Colt said.

“Yeah, and you’re g*y. And taken. So I’ve made my point,” Callie said.

Tony laughed. “Sorry, honey. You and Sarah—and Des—are amazing women. Someday you’ll find amazing men.”

“Unlike James,” Colt said with a wrinkle of his nose.

“Ugh. James was an ass,” Callie said. “I can’t believe he cheated on you, Des.”

“And with Kristina Parker? Please.” Sarah shook her head. “I can’t believe any man would dip his pen in her inkwell.”

Des snorted. “Well, he’s getting what he deserves. She’s a media-hounding shrew, and she’ll drive him crazy. Honestly, I wasn’t all that broken up over it.”

Callie studied her. “You weren’t, were you? Why is that?”

Des shrugged. “I guess I just wasn’t that into him.”

Sarah laughed. “His loss. I think you’re amazing.”

“So does the owner of the ranch here.”

Des shot Colt a look. “Shut up, Colt.”

“Ooh,” Tony said. “Is there a hot romance brewing between you and a cowboy?”

“No.” Des didn’t want anyone to know what was going on between her and Logan. Besides, it was just sex. And she wanted to keep it quiet. Sarah and Callie would make a big deal about getting to know Logan.

“Come on, Des,” Callie said. “Spill.”

“Nothing to spill. He’s been nice and accommodating to everyone on the crew. Actually, mostly it’s his house manager, Martha. She’s a motherly type. You’re all going to love her. Plus, she’s a big fan.”

“And you’re deflecting the topic away from the sexy rancher,” Sarah said, eyeing her suspiciously. “Why is that?”

“She has the hots for him. And the feeling is mutual. It’s very obvious,” Colt said. “You’ll all see it today.”

Des wanted to throw her shoe at Colt. “It is not obvious. I told you, it’s mainly Martha. And you all had better be on your best behavior around her. She’s been very sweet to us.”

“Best behavior today,” Tony said. “We won’t let you down.”

“But we’re going to be watching you, Des,” Callie said, using two fingers to point toward her own eyes, then back at Des. “Watching you and the rancher.”

LOGAN WAS GLAD he’d gotten up before dawn to get some work done this morning, because it was ten a.m. and already hellishly hot. It was going to be a long day, made even worse by all the people who would soon be piling in.

But this was one of Martha’s favorite days, short of Christmas Day, and he’d make sure it was a fun day for her.

He and the crew had covered all the tables with the brightly colored tablecloths Martha had provided, and then they’d gone to the shed and dragged out the fireworks he’d bought earlier in the week. There were kegs of beer spread throughout the yard and pitchers of iced tea in the house. As far as he knew, everything was finished except for the food, which was already in preparation. Meat had been cooking since early this morning and would be ready in plenty of time.

People were already starting to arrive, though some of those were Martha’s friends from church who liked to come early and help her set up. He waved to them as he hollered for one of the hands to show people where to park.

Though most everyone who came every year already knew. Before long, rows of cars had started to pull down the long gravel driveway. He had Caleb and Jared, a couple of his cousins, at the entrance to the ranch to make sure it was people from town and neighboring ranches actually driving through the gates. Those Hollywood photographers weren’t welcome today—or any day, for that matter.