"Hm?" Logan blinked, refocusing on her face.
Most days Kelsey didn't bother with make-up. He didn't think she needed it to be beautiful. But now? Today? Her eyes seemed larger, the browns richer. Her lips were accentuated and glossy. Her cheeks rosy, but not from the crisp breeze.
She tilted her head to one side. "Why are you always riding my case? What did I ever do that makes you think you have to breathe down my neck? You won't even let me walk to my truck on my own."
"I'm not-that isn't..." He opened and closed his mouth. "That's not it at all."
"Then what? Because I'm trying to not get pissed off at you and you keep pushing me. I swear, my own mother didn't hover this much."
Logan took a step back.
Shit.
"That was not my intention," he said.
"Then what the hell is going on here, Logan? What did I do wrong? Hm?" Anger flashed in her eyes.
Fuck.
Logan dragged his hand over his face.
This wasn't like him, but she twisted him up so much he couldn't stop himself.