All of Me - Leeanna Morgan (the snowy day read aloud .TXT) 📗

his ear, sent shock waves rippling along his skin.

“Logan?”

He was still stuck in turned-on mode. Crossed eyes didn’t feature anywhere in the thoughts racing through his head.

Tess looked at him as though he needed a brain transplant. Which he probably did given the low priority his body was giving his mental agility.

“Can you make a monster face?”

That he could do. He pulled his lips into a snarl and puffed his cheeks out at the same time.

Tess covered up her burst of laughter with a cough. She glanced quickly over her shoulder, then back at him. “When I squeeze your arm, turn to Molly and pull the face.”

Before he could agree with her, Molly stepped away from the light umbrella. She lifted her camera to her eyes. “I want this shot soft and sexy.”

Tess muttered something under her breath, which wouldn’t have worried him, except her mouth was close to his neck and her breath tickled his skin. If Molly wanted sexy, all she needed to do was take the shot now.

“Come on, Tess,” Molly cajoled in her soft Irish accent. “Get that dream girl look in your eyes.”

Logan looked into Tess’ eyes. Molly couldn’t see what he did. And what he saw knocked his socks off and left him in no doubt what was running through Tess’ mind. Revenge.

Molly took half a step to the left, got ready for the soft and sexy shot she thought she was going to get.

Tess pinched his arm. He looked at Molly and pulled the worst monster face he could.

Annie burst out laughing, Molly spluttered a word a good Irish girl shouldn’t know, and Tess turned her cross-eyed scowl into sweetness and light.

Annie hopped off the stool she’d been sitting on and ran across to Molly. “Let me see.”

Molly pushed some buttons on the back of the camera. She took one look at the offending image and passed it to Annie. “You both look like wrinkly old prunes.”

Tess stepped away from Logan, which in his unbiased opinion was a real shame. He was getting used to having her cuddled up beside him.

“That remark would have been positively cutting five years ago,” she said.

“It’s a great photo.” Annie passed the camera to Tess. “You both look cute.”

Logan looked over Tess’ shoulder. She didn’t move away so he figured she was more comfortable being close to him than what she let on. He took one look at the photo and laughed. His monster face was okay, but Tess’ cross-eyed witchy look was better.

Tess’ back door burst open. Sally staggered into the apartment holding an armful of dresses. “I need help here.”

Annie and Molly rushed across to give her a hand.

“What in the name of Great-Aunt Mary do you have here?” Molly took a pile of dresses out of Sally’s arms.

“Thirteen bridesmaids’ dresses.” Sally dropped the last few dresses on the back of the sofa. “Emily donated four matching dresses and someone who works at the animal shelter gave me hers. I’ve got eight of my own in that bundle, too. What have you been doing?”

Tess seemed to realize she was still pressed against Logan’s chest. She made a funny noise before handing Molly her camera. “Taking photos of the dresses for the catalog.”

Sally looked around the room. “It looks like a professional studio with all of the lights you’ve set up.”

“Some of us have been extremely professional,” Molly said. “Others need a little education.” She stared pointedly at Tess.

“Well whatever you call it, it looks awesome. Do you want me to get changed into any of these dresses?”

“Start with one of Emily’s.” Molly picked up one of the bright red dresses in front of her. “It’s the only dress we’ve got four of. Our bride-to-be might like matching dresses.”

Sally held the dress in front of her. “It looks as though it will fit. I’ll be back soon.”

“If you need a hand with your hair and makeup, let me know,” Tess said.

Molly moved across to the window. “Your turn, Annie. Let’s do that lovely dress proud.”

Annie listened to what Molly said, moved where she was told.

Logan helped himself to a glass of wine while Tess changed into another outfit. When she came out of the spare bedroom with Sally he took a gulp of wine. This time, Tess’ dress was black, simple and so damn sexy it was a wonder the groom hadn’t run off with the bridesmaid wearing it.

“Wow,” Annie said. “I like that one.”

Tess looked down at the dress. “I wore it to Bernadette Kirk’s wedding two years ago.”

Logan was glad the groom hadn’t lived up to his Neanderthal logic. He looked at Tess. He’d heard Bernadette Kirk’s name mentioned somewhere else, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember where.

“And you want to include it with the other dresses?” Annie clearly didn’t agree with Tess’ donation. “You could sell it on eBay and make a fortune.”

Tess shrugged her shoulders. “I’d sooner give it away.” She sat on the sofa and crossed her legs.

When the split in her skirt fell open, Logan had to force his eyes away from her long legs. He could have handled giggly women, but sexy without-knowing-it women were hard to be around. He should have brought Dylan with him. At least he would have been a distraction from all of the estrogen floating around the room.

Annie checked her watch and bounced to her feet. “I’ve got to get changed. Carl’s expecting me in half an hour.” She ran across the room and disappeared down the hallway.

“Would you like a slice of chocolate cake?” Tess asked him.

She was killing him. He cleared his throat and looked at the kitchen. “That would be great. I can get it.”

Tess stood up at the same time he lurched to his feet. Their bodies met in front of the coffee table and he forgot about the cake. Tess’ eyes opened wide and her gaze dropped to his mouth. He felt his blood pounding through his body. Being around Tess was enough to give a man a heart attack.

A blush filled her cheeks and if he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn she ran for the kitchen. The sound of a plate hitting the counter ricocheted through her apartment. Molly lifted her head from under the light umbrella, Sally turned from in front of the window, and Annie rushed into the room.

“Is everything all right?” Annie said as she slipped her foot into a sneaker.

“Fine.”

Tess’ voice sounded odd. A nice kind of odd that gave Logan hope that she liked him as much as he liked her. He ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t dated anyone in years. He’d forgotten how to start something, how to let a woman know he was interested in her without letting her know how interested he was in her. And even if that made no sense at all, he was sure that somewhere, someone would commiserate with him.

The dating thing was a minefield and he’d seen enough of those to last a lifetime.

He sat on a stool in front of the kitchen counter and watched Tess. She slid a piece of chocolate cake toward him.

“Does anyone else want some cake?”

Molly and Sally dropped what they were doing and joined Logan at the counter.

“Cut a piece for us, too,” Sally said.

“Not me,” Annie said. “I’m off to see Carl. Good luck with the other photos. Twenty-two dresses.” The smile on Annie’s face said it all. “We’re going to make lots of people happy with these gowns.”

Logan took a deep breath. “How would you all feel if I wrote a follow-up story? I could tell our readers about your club, what you’re hoping to achieve.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sally said. “Some publicity will make it easier to find homes for the bridesmaids’ dresses Connie doesn’t want.”

“I don’t mind either,” Annie said. “As long as any photos you use show my new hairstyle.”

Molly bit into her slice of cake and sighed. “Tess and I have already agreed, so it sounds like you’ve got yourself a story, Logan Allen.”

Sally poured herself a glass of wine. “We’ll have to do this more often. I’ve been having withdrawal symptoms since the last time we ate chocolate cake together.”

Logan hoped they didn’t get dressed up and eat chocolate cake too often. One night a year was all the strain his heart could take, especially when Tess ran her hands over his chest and looked into his eyes.

He needed to remind himself that it had been for the camera, not him. But it hadn’t made any difference to the way his body reacted or the way Tess swayed toward him when she didn’t think he was looking.

Annie picked up her bag. “I’ll leave you to the cake. Let me know which dresses Connie chooses.”

Tess followed her to the back door.

By the time she came back, Molly had finished eating. “I hate to take you away from this delicious dessert, but unless we take more photos, we’re not going to get finished tonight.” Molly slipped off the stool and picked up her camera. “Who’s next?”

Sally took a napkin off her lap and followed Molly across the room. “It must be my turn considering I missed the first hour. Do I have cake in my teeth?”

Molly looked at Sally’s wide smile. “Not