“I believe they will.”

He leaned in and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “I love you, Des.”

“I love you, too.” She lifted up and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Am I interrupting?”

Des turned to find Logan at the entrance to the gate. She smiled at him, then turned to Colt.

“Are you going to be all right, or do you need me to hang out with you?”

“I’m fine. I need a hot shower, then a hard drink. Then I’m going to make a phone call.”

He kissed her cheek. “Hey, Logan. I’ll see you later.”

“Colt.”

After Colt walked away, Des went up to Logan. “What brings you by?”

“Just wanted to see you. Was I interrupting?”

“Oh. With Colt? No.”

“Looked like a pretty intense moment between the two of you.”

Was he still jealous over the Colt thing? “Colt had a rough day.”

“And you kiss your friends who had rough days like that all the time?”

She looped her arm in his. “Are you jealous?”

He pulled back. “Seriously, Des. Is there something going on with you and Colt?”

“Seriously, Logan. There isn’t. We’re friends. I’ve told you that before.”

“I don’t kiss my friends like that.”

She laughed. “I would imagine you don’t, since most of your friends are guys.”

“I’m not kidding here.”

He wasn’t. He was pissed.

“Logan. There’s nothing going on with Colt and me. We’re friends.”

“So what was going on just now?”

“I told you. He had a rough day. I was offering him some comfort.”

“And you’re not going to elaborate.”

She lifted her chin, irritated that he would ask. “No. I’m not.”

“Whatever. I’m going to head back to the ranch.” He turned and walked toward the gate.

“Are you kidding me with this Neanderthal macho jealousy thing? You really don’t trust me?”

He stopped and pivoted to face her. “No, it’s that you don’t trust me.”

“Because I won’t tell you every detail of what Colt and I were talking about?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Some things I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.”

“Because your friendship with Colt is more important than what you and I have.”

“Now you’re being petty and childish.” And she was frustrated because she held Colt’s confidence.

“And now it’s time for me to leave. Good night, Des.”

She couldn’t believe he was leaving, that he’d seen what he wanted to see, and without justification, was angry about it.

Fine. He could just leave. She wasn’t going to ask him to stay. She walked back toward her trailer, determined to forget all about Logan. She had more important things to think about. Like Colt, who was her best friend and needed her and loved her unconditionally.

And her movie, which she should spend more time concentrating on instead of pigheaded, provincial, idiotic males who had their heads stuck so far up their own asses their brains were leaking out in the last century.

LOGAN SAT IN his truck, steaming mad over his encounter with Des. He popped open the top of his can of pop and drank it down in about four swallows.

It had been a brutally hot, miserable day of work on the ranch. He’d gone back to the house, ate dinner, took a shower, and the only thing on his mind after that—hell, the only thing on his mind the entire day—had been to see Des. She’d been a balm to his tortured senses from day one. Even when she teased him, she relaxed him.

Except he’d walked through the gate and had seen her in one hell of romantic clinch with Colt. And then they’d kissed, and it sure had looked a lot more than a “just friends” kind of kiss to him. The heat that had cooked his blood all damn day long had begun to boil over with a jealous rage that had taken even him by surprise.

By nature he wasn’t a jealous type of guy, mainly because he never really cared all that much about any of the women he’d been with before. They’d all been casual acquaintances or occasional bed partners. So if they wanted to see other guys, that had been fine with him. He had never cared one way or another.

Except Des. Des did something to his brain or his heart or his something, because even knowing she and Colt were just friends, seeing her touching him and kissing him and being affectionate with him made him goddamn crazy.

And then he’d acted like an ass**le—something he seemed to do regularly where she was concerned.

He took a deep breath and let it out. Yeah, he’d said stupid things to her and had accused her of having some kind of intimate relationship with Colt and lying to him about it.

He could lay the blame on his mother for this, but essentially, the fault was with him. Somewhere deep inside him, he was broken, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

The one thing he did know was that he was going to have to face Des head-on and not let this fester. He was already miserable, and no doubt she was pissed as hell at him.

And rightly so.

He got out of his truck and went back to the gate. The guards there knew him well by now, so they just let him through. He made his way to her trailer and knocked.

She opened the door, frowning when she saw him. “What? Did you think of a few more unsavory things to say about my character?”

“No. I came to apologize.”

She paused, then held the door. “Come on in.”

He walked in and shut the door behind him. Des had already walked away. She was in the kitchen, trying to open a bottle of wine.

“Here, let me do that for you.”

She gave him a “drop dead” look. Undeterred, he took the corkscrew and bottle from her hands and pulled the cork, then poured her a glass and handed it to her. She took the glass and headed into the living room and took a seat.

She didn’t invite him to sit. He didn’t deserve it. He came in and kneeled down in front of her.

“You make me crazy. I do stupid things. I saw you and Colt holding each other tight and kissing, and it does insane things to my head.”

She looked at him. “Colt and I are just friends. You know this.”

“I know. But when you wouldn’t elaborate, my head conjured up the two of you having secrets, excluding me from that part of your life. I don’t like it. I know it’s not logical, but I don’t like it.”