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disentangling herself from his arm, then blowing him a kiss as she began to push Rachel towards the door. 'Nice meeting you, Janet."
    'You too, DoDo,' Jennifer mumbled.
    'What was that you said?' Logan asked, seating himself once again in the chair beside her.
    'Nothing. Listen, if I'm keeping you from something, I'm sure I can still catch the airline's transport.' Jennifer sipped at her coffee, before pushing a strand of her copper-gold hair behind her ear.  
    Strong fingers captured her chin and turned it towards him. Quickly she jerked herself away, her heart hammering in her throat.
    'I thought for a minute your eyes were green,' he mocked, picking up his coffee and raising the cup to his mouth. His eyes twinkled over at her. 'They're still brown.'
    Jennifer rose angrily from the table. 'If you're ready to go, I'd like to leave now and get this trip over with.'
    'For someone who's not a redhead, you certainly have a short temper!' Logan laughed.
     

 
    Chapter Two
     
    SNOWFLAKES fell with a blurring density around the four-wheel drive vehicle obscuring Jennifer's vision until she seemed adrift in a grey-white cloud. The only other occupant in her snow-surrounded world was the last person she would have chosen, the man behind the wheel, Logan Taylor. She glanced over at his profile, his attention concentrated on the few feet visible in front of them. The needle hovered at the thirty mark on the speedometer.
    'Well, Jenny Glenn, are you going to maintain this silence for another two hours?' His hand flexed tensely on the steering wheel as he scowled out at the heavy snow mist.
    'My name is Jennifer,' she corrected, her mouth setting itself in a firm little line as she spoke.
    'I like Jenny Glenn better. It rolls so easily out of your mouth and forces you to smile. Jenny Glenn.' The dimple appeared once again as he repeated her name, glancing over at her with a disturbing twinkle in his eyes.
    'I hate the name, Jenny,' Jennifer protested, even though the way he said it, it sounded rather nice. 'It sounds like a donkey or a mule!'
    He glanced at her again. This time his smile was wide and unmistakably teasing. There was so much fun and warmth in his gaze that Jennifer had to look away or be drawn by his magnetic charm. She shivered slightly as she wondered if she was going to be the kind of woman who was always susceptible to the Casanovas of this world.
    'Are you cold? There's a blanket in the back if you want to cover your legs,' Logan offered, his swift gaze taking in the nylon-covered legs beneath her olive skirt.
    'No, I'm fine. Just a ghost walking over my grave, I guess,' Jennifer shrugged. She stared out at the smoky gauze of snowflakes. 'Do we have much farther to go?'
    'Twenty—thirty miles, I imagine.'
    'I hope Sheila isn't worried about me,' Jennifer mused.
    'She won't be. You're with me,' Logan asserted. The devilish gleam in his eye mocked her.
    'And that makes everything all right, doesn't it?' she retorted sarcastically.
    Logan Taylor didn't reply as he slowed to negotiate a curve in the road. The snow had begun to drift, covering the highway until it was difficult to see it. But the reflector poles on the side of the road formed an imaginary corridor of safety. The jingling of chains added another touch of reassurance.
    'You don't like me very much, do you?' Logan commented, his eyes never leaving the road as a crosswind tugged at the jeep.
    'Don't be ridiculous. I hardly even know you,' Jennifer lied.
    'Who's being ridiculous? I think you've already got me all judged and sentenced. Don't I fit the picture that Sheila described?'
    Jennifer glanced at him coolly, taking in the brown of his hair, the bronze highlights hidden in the dimness, and the strong, chiselled jawline. Only masculine adjectives sprang to her mind, powerful, virile, arrogant, and no doubt, very experienced in the art of love.
    'No, my impression was of someone older, more settled, a family person,' she replied honestly with a hint of