The Mighty Quinns: Logan Read Free

due a filly. But what were the chances that she’d be as perfect as Tally? He’d hate to think that his one-in-a-million horse had come at a time when he couldn’t keep her for himself.
    A quiet curse slipped from his lips. This trip wouldn’t be any easier if he continued to drown in sentimentality.
    “Nice horse.”
    The sound of her voice startled him. Logan turned to find a woman standing beside him on the lowest rail of the gate. The sun was behind her and he had a hard time making out her features, so he stepped back from the gate and pulled down his sunglasses.
    The beauty of her profile, outlined by the setting sun, hit him like a ton of bricks. Flaxen hair gleamed in the golden light, the strands falling around her face in delicate curls. She looked as if she’d just crawled out of bed.
    Her eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. She wore a loose-fitting T-shirt and the bottoms to a hot-pink bikini that barely covered her backside. The soft curves of her breasts were outlined by the thin cotton, and he could almost imagine the body beneath the shirt. His gaze drifted back up to her face and he took in her lush lips.
    A tiny smile twitched at the corners of that sensuous mouth. “What’s next? Are you going to want to check my teeth? Maybe run your hands over my withers? I can take a turn around the paddock if you like.”
    He hadn’t realized his stare was so obvious. He turned away and fixed his gaze on Tally. “You—you startled me.”
    “Good,” she said. “I always like making a memorable first impression.”
    He laughed softly. She was teasing him and wasn’t trying to hide it. But to what end? “Well done, then,” he said. “I’m impressed.” Logan glanced over at her. “Who are you?”
    She held out her hand. “Lucinda Grant. My father owns this place.”
    He took her hand and gave it a quick shake. Her fingers were long and slender and tipped with shiny red polish. His mind flashed an image of those hands, skimming over his naked body, touching him in places he hadn’t been touched for a while. Logan swallowed hard. Yeah, right. No chance a pretty little rich girl was going to waste her time on guy without a penny in his pocket.
    “Nice to meet you, Miss Grant,” Logan said.
    “Oh, please. You stared at my arse. I think we’re beyond Miss Grant. You can call me Sunny.”
    “I thought your name was Lucinda.”
    “It is, but everyone calls me Sunny. With a u. Actually, it really should be an o. My father always wanted a boy so he called me Sonny with an o until I was five. My mother changed it to Sunny with a u. ”
    “It’s nice to meet you, Sunny with a u. ”
    She pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head and turned her green-eyed gaze his way. “It’s usually customary for you to tell me your name. You really do have the worst manners.”
    “Are you always such a smart-ass?” he asked, starting to enjoy the little game they were playing.
    That brought a laugh. “I developed the talent in my teenage years and have perfected it since then. It’s one of my best qualities.”
    He saw the glint in her gaze and Logan shook his head. He’d known girls like her, girls who weren’t afraid to push the boundaries, girls who would say anything that came into their heads just to get a reaction. He usually made it a point to stay away from that type. They were impossible to figure out.
    But there was something about Sunny, something more than just a quick wit and a sharp tongue. He saw something more...vulnerable behind that bold facade. He could see it in those eyes, those incredibly beautiful green eyes.
    Logan rubbed his hand on his faded jeans before holding it out to her. “Logan Quinn.”
    She stared down at his hand for a long moment and Logan wondered if she didn’t want to touch him. But then, she reached out and ran her finger along the length of his forearm. The feel of her nail scraping his skin sent a shiver through his body. She glanced up at him and smiled