“It’s only one night, Abby. If you’re going on this expedition, we’ll be spending every night together until our goal is accomplished. One more shouldn’t be a problem.”

He was right. She wasn’t about to start off their venture by making a big deal out of his staying in her apartment.

“All right, fine, if you really think it’s necessary.”

“Did the assayer tell you how much a chunk of gold that size is worth?”

“It weighs a little over eighteen ounces. At today’s prices, that’s over thirty thousand dollars.”

Logan merely raised an eyebrow, giving her what she was beginning to think of as the look.

“All right, I get it. I’ll bring you a sheet and blanket.” Abby left to fetch the bedding and within minutes had a spot made up on the sofa. “There’s a bathroom at the end of the hall. Unless there’s something else you need, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“One last thing. If I make an exception and you join the expedition, I’m the one in charge. I make the rules and you follow them—no questions asked.”

Wait a minute, what? She was funding half this venture. She intended to have her say in what went on. But that could wait until they were out there.

She pasted on a smile. Everyone knew rules were made to be broken. “All right, I agree.”

Gage seemed satisfied, and Abby headed for her bedroom. She had almost reached the door when the rumble of a sexy male voice washed over her.

“Good night, Abigail.”

Abby paused but didn’t turn to face him. “Good night, Gage.”

Once inside her bedroom, she leaned back against the door, her heart beating a little too fast. Get over it, she told herself. HE’s just a man like any other. But he wasn’t. He was Gage Logan. It was like Superman was sleeping in her living room. At least to her.

Abby sighed. She’d get used to it, get used to him. They were going to be together for days, maybe even weeks. She thought of the glance he had given her, the heat in those amazing blue eyes, like the glow at the tip of a brilliant blue flame. She couldn’t afford to let down her guard with Gage Logan.

Abby vowed not to let it happen.

* * *

Gage awoke with a kink in his neck. The sofa was a little too short, but as he’d said, he had slept in far worse places. It was quiet in the apartment, Abby still asleep. Faint gray light seeped through the living-room windows. Not quite dawn, but he was used to rising before the sun came up. In the bush, it was time to rouse the camp.