Tugging the scratchy wool hat down a little further over my ears, I trudge out the door and toward Logan’s cabin. But it doesn’t matter how hard I pound on the door, there’s no response.

To my surprise, though, the doorknob twists easily, so I take a serious risk and let myself in, peering into what would be pure darkness if not for the dim light of the lamp on his nightstand. It casts a warm yellow glow over the deep gray comforter, where Logan is propped up against the pillows, sleeping soundly on top of the covers. It’s as though he had sat down for just a moment and then nodded off.

“Logan?”

He doesn’t stir at the sound of his name, so I try again a little louder. “Logan? Rise and shine.”

He doesn’t budge.

When I reach his bedside, I pause for a moment, admiring the way the lamplight casts shadows along the curve of his jaw. I’ve never seen him so at peace, all cozy and cute in a Burton Snowboards hoodie and gray sweat shorts.

As I watch his wide chest rise and fall with steady, sleepy breaths, warmth radiates from my chest to my fingertips. The Logan Tate I’ve gotten to know the past few days is sexy, without a doubt, but this is a different version of him. A soft, gentle, sleeping giant, he snores softly through his barely parted lips. He’s downright adorable, from his messy bedhead to his long bare feet, dangling off the edge of the bed.

Snap out of it, Summer. I need to act fast before he wakes up and catches me staring.

“Logan.” A firm shake of his shoulder does the trick, and his thick eyelashes twitch before his eyes fully open.

“Jesus,” he grumbles, wiping one hand over his jaw. It’s surprisingly cute. “What time is it?”

“Almost two.”

“Shit.” His face scrunches up as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. “We got back from hunting, and I was absolutely beat.”

“Nothing to apologize for. I’m glad you got some rest. Are you still down for our session?”

“Of course.”

“Then why don’t you get ready and then come find me?”

He nods in agreement, and I head out the door, stepping back out into the chilly afternoon air.

Here’s hoping the wind will blow the blush right off my cheeks.

I admit it—I’m more than a little smitten with Logan. The trick is going to be learning how to hide it.

Twenty minutes later, our roles are reversed, and Logan is the one letting himself into my cabin. He’s layered up a bit more than I would have expected, though, and it’s quickly obvious why.

“I was thinking we could go for a bit of a road trip instead of sticking around here.”