Darling Jenny Read Free

through the crowd. Sheila had mentioned him in her letters, but Jennifer had always received the impression that he was much older. He wasn't over—she glanced at his face from the corner of her eye—thirty-one, thirty-two? He owned the motel that Sheila managed, and plenty else, from what her sister had intimated in her letters.
    'I thought you might like a cup of coffee and relax a little before we leave,' Logan Taylor was saying as he ushered Jennifer into the café area.
    'Leave? Leave for where?'  
    'Jackson Hole, of course.' He pulled out a chair at one of the tables for Jennifer before seating himself.
    'But the airline…'
    'I already let them know that I was meeting you. Luckily your sister caught me just as I was checking out of my hotel. She knew I was driving back today. Since you'll be staying with her, the ride will give us a chance to get better acquainted.' His drifting glance once more swept over her face in appraisal. 'What will you have? Coffee?'  
    'Yes, that's fine. Black, please,' she ordered as the waitress approached their table. Jennifer waited until the girl had moved away before she replied a little icily to his previous statement and his glance. 'I doubt if we'll see very much of each other, Mr. Taylor.'
    'It's Logan, and Jackson Hole isn't that big. We'll see each other.' He leaned back against his chair as the young waitress brought their coffee and set it in front of them on the table. He smiled up at the girl warmly, but only Jennifer saw the waitress blush under his glance. Sickening was her immediate reaction, and it must have shown on her face because Logan Taylor glanced at her with a puzzled expression.  
    'Logan!' a feminine voice cried. 'Logan! So you didn't leave after all!'
    Jennifer looked up just as a pair of the most ravishing girls descended on their table. A blonde who was wearing a fur coat that looked as if it would have cost a year of Jennifer's salary.
    'I came to pick up Rachel, and I find you. If only you'd told me this morning, we could have come out together,' she pouted as she glanced over her shoulder at the long-haired brunette who was staring seductively at Logan. 'Isn't it the greatest thing, Rachel? Here I was bemoaning the fact that Logan had left, and I find him here at the airport. I should have known you would change your mind about driving back in this weather, especially after the late night we had.'
    Jennifer nearly sighed in disgust at the blatant way they were throwing themselves at him. And he was standing there taking it as if it was his due.
    'Who's the little girl, Logan?' Rachel asked huskily, her dark eyes never leaving Logan's face.
    'This is Sheila Jeffries' sister, Jennifer. DeeDee Hunter and Rachel Scott,' Logan introduced as Jennifer sat in fuming silence.
    'It's only the second week of December. I didn't know school vacation started so early,' the blonde DeeDee said.
    'Twenty-two years old hardly qualifies me as school age,' Jennifer retorted sharply.
    'Are you really that old? You look much younger.' DeeDee answered in disbelief as Jennifer met the teasing glance of Logan's brown eyes. But the blonde's interest in Jennifer didn't last long before DeeDee turned her rapt face back to the man beside her. 'We're having a welcome home party for Rachel. You must come tonight.'
    'I'm driving back to Jackson Hole this afternoon,' Logan stated quietly, ignoring the petulant expression on the blonde's face. 'I stayed just long enough to pick up Jennifer. We'll be leaving in a few minutes. Next time, maybe.'
    'Keep them hanging on the string,' Jennifer thought disgustedly.
    'You really shouldn't drive in this weather,' Rachel protested. 'Why don't you stay until it lets up?'
    'No, I'm sorry,' he said firmly.
    'You are mean, Logan Taylor,' DeeDee pouted; 'But don't you forget to make reservations for us. A party of eight, the weekend after Christmas.'
    'I won't forget,' Logan nodded.
    'We'd better dash. See you soon, darling,' DeeDee smiled,