She didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t all right. She felt as if she had fallen under some dark, powerful spell Kade Logan had cast over her. She had never felt this kind of wild, erotic hunger. She wasn’t sure if she could handle it, or if she should just run away.

“I-I’m okay.”

He took care of the condom she had barely noticed he’d put on, then turned back to her. There was something in his eyes, something dark and turbulent.

“I don’t know what happened. One minute I was watching you talk to Sullivan. I knew what he was saying. I knew exactly what he wanted from you, and the next thing I knew I was dragging you in here.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I feel like I should apologize, but I don’t regret what happened, so it wouldn’t really be sincere.”

Ellie might have smiled, but there was nothing funny about what had happened. It had shown her just how deeply she was entangled with Kade. Still, she didn’t regret it either. “It’s all right. I could have stopped you. I never doubted that.”

He grabbed his hat off the floor and tugged it on, bent his head, and pressed a last brief kiss on her lips. “No matter how much I want you, I’d never hurt you, darlin’.”

Ellie studied his handsome face. The turbulence remained, but it was softened by some other emotion she couldn’t read. “I think it’s time we went home.”

Kade lifted her down from the counter and set her on her feet. They both rearranged their clothes, and Kade straightened her skirt. He didn’t say more, but the heat in his eyes had barely dimmed. She was pretty sure he planned to take up where they’d left off when they got back to the ranch.

Ellie told herself she should back away before it was too late. But as he urged her out of the storeroom, she was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen.

* * *

Kade followed Ellie across the dance floor toward the front door. “What about Maisie?” he asked. “I thought you wanted to talk to her.”

Ellie glanced over at the blond woman behind the bar. “Probably not the best time,” she said dryly.

Kade followed her gaze to Maisie, who watched them with a smug smile on her face. Ellie’s dark copper curls were mussed, her white sweater smudged with dirt, and her denim skirt wrinkled. She looked as if she had just rolled out of some cowboy’s bed. Which basically she had.

Kade felt the heat creeping into the back of his neck. “You’re probably right.” They grabbed their coats off the rack by the door, put them on, and stepped out into the cold evening air.