The apartment looked great. Candles were lighting the rooms in a soft romantic glow. There were roses on the table, and some of the petals were scattered on the tablecloth. He'd brought out the good china and silver even. Something that smelled wonderful was in the kitchen. Logan himself…Logan looked nothing short of divine in his turtleneck sweater and that sexy little "hello" smile. Max realized that she looked like a drowned rat.
"Max," Logan said, looking concerned. She was shivering. He wheeled over to her. "There's time before dinner's ready if you want to take a hot shower and you know, whatever it is girls have to do."
"Yeah," Max replied. "Girl stuff to do. Mind putting this somewhere that it'll dry?" she asked him, taking off her leather jacket. The rain made her tight shirt and jeans stick to her like a second skin. Damn, she looked good. He took the jacket, and she headed to his bedroom, emerging a second later with his bathrobe, and headed to the bathroom.
Logan took the jacket into the kitchen. It was warm in there, and the leather should dry by the time Max was ready to leave. He heard the shower running. Max was completely naked mere feet from him. Drop it, he ordered himself. Not like you can do anything about it anyways. There was something in Max's pocket. He took out a folded piece of paper. It was damp so he opened it to keep the ink from running. The first line caught his attention, and he read it carefully. It was a list of drugs to induce potency in men, written on a piece of paper that said "From the desk of Dr. Ronald" at the top. The chicken scratch handwriting was most defiantly a doctor's. Logan's eyes narrowed in anger as he crumbled the paper.
Max emerged a while later wrapped in his fluffy red robe. It was way oversized on her, but it smelled like him so much. She liked being wrapped in it. If he wasn't careful she was going to snatch it and take it home. Her hair was in a towel. She'd come out after a quick search revealed he didn't have a hair dryer anywhere in the bathroom. He had to have one somewhere.
Logan was sitting across the room from her. Her smile wilted as she caught the anger in his face and posture. He glanced at something in his hand. "Viagra," he read evenly. He continued down the entire list Normal had given her. "Thanks Max," he finished sarcastically.
"Logan," she tried to begin but he cut her off.
"Would you mind going home now? I'm not in the mood for dinner now."
"Fine," she snapped. She turned back to the bathroom to get her wet clothes. She stopped and went to him instead.
"As a matter of fact I would mind going home," she said angrily. "It's all good for you to set me up to get help with my problems, but you get mad when I'm trying to help you. You know what? It is your problem. I'd say it was ours, but it don't bug me any except that you're acting like a total dope over it."
"Maybe I should just go to the window and shout it for all Seattle to hear," Logan snarled back at her. "All beautiful women can come on up. Logan Cale can't do a damn thing about it."
"I asked my doctor a medical question. I been answering all sorts of questions about myself to him."
"You told Cindy," he accused.
"I also told her I'm genetically revved and go into heat every four months or so." She paused, and continued in a much softer tone. "In all the world I got two people I can talk to. And one wouldn't talk to me. He'd tell me he loved me in one breath and then ask me to leave in the next because of pride. Pride really sucks."
After a long pause, Logan went to her, feeling bad. He'd been so caught up in his own anger and pain, he forgot he was hurting Max. Cindy told him Max was totally in love with him. Maybe it was true. Maybe not. But he loved her. You don't hurt people you love. Not deliberately. "I'm sorry," he said simply.
Max grabbed a chair, and sat down so they were at eye-level. "Talk to me," she insisted. "Have you tried any of these?"
"Sam prescribed something a few months ago," he told her. It was embarrassing, but it wasn't making him angry.
"And?"
"Max, there haven't been any other women in my life since you came along, and we haven't gone that far."
"You never took it for a test run?" she asked. He blushed at the implication.
"It didn't work," he said flatly.
"Maybe you didn't have the right inspiration," she teased. He went to say something, but she leaned over and kissed him instead. He wasn't sure how, but then she was somehow in his lap, their kissing becoming more passionate.
"Don't you want me?" she whispered to him a little fearfully, hoping he'd understand what she meant. She wanted to be able to trust him with everything in her life. He was the first person ever she'd offered this to, this completion of trust and love. Sex was different. This was different from every other man in her past.
"God, yes," he murmured against her mouth. It wasn't like any part of their relationship had been traditional so far. If this part couldn't be either, then it was just par for the course. She wanted him to be part of her. He could do that. He wanted to do that.
She grinned at him wickedly. "You have your meds?"
"Bedroom," he muttered, his mouth busy on her neck.
She got up, ignoring his groan of disappointment. "I'll be there in just a minute," she said, and sauntered into the bathroom.
