“I really shouldn’t do this. If I get discovered…” I’m muttering this to myself, knowing that I’m playing with fire. Sneaking away to picnic with Logan yesterday was crazy. Doing it again today is worse. Most of the sisters are gone again, this time to work on a project with Habitat for Humanity. They left me behind, thinking I’m sick again. I spent the morning wrapped in a million blankets and a heating pad, all so that when Sister Marie came in I’d have a small temperature.

Realistically I was going to hell before I came to the convent. Now, I’m pretty sure I have a table reserved with my name on it.

“You’ll be all right either way,” Logan says, tugging on my hand because I’m falling behind.

I look at our joined hands before I move. That’s another problem. I keep finding myself holding onto Logan’s hand. I am not a touchy-feely type of person. Hell, I’ve never wanted to hold someone’s hand before. Yet, I find myself doing it all the time with Logan. And when did he become Logan in my mind, rather than Devil? I’m losing it completely and if my father finds out, there will be more than hell to pay.

“Easy for you to say, Logan. You have no idea how much is invested in this,” I grumble, letting my annoyance bleed through. The one thing I don’t do is let go of his damn hand.

“Invested in this…” he says, as if he’s puzzling over the words. “You mean in becoming a nun? How do you decide to do that, by the way? Do you just wake up one day and say, hey, today is the day I’m going to give up sex for the rest of my life?”

“Does everything revert back to sex for you, Logan?”

“I’m a man, so most things do,” he answers. “But I’m not going to lie, Torrent, I’m finding that with you I seem to think about sex even more than normal.”

“I suppose I should be flattered.”

“Is flattery going to make you strip and jump my bones?”

“Jump your bones?” I giggle.

“Well, jump just one in particular,” he answers, and he somehow wiggles his eyebrows and that makes me laugh harder. “My very big boner.”

“You’re crazy. You know that, don’t you?”

“Crazy for you,” he jokes and it hits me right then.

I might be twenty-six years old, and I might have lived a good life, but until right now while holding Logan’s hand, I’m not sure I’ve been particularly happy. I’m happy now. Happier than I can ever remember, and the reason makes my heart quake in fear.

It’s Logan.

“Where are we going, anyway?” I ask him, doing my best to not think about what that revelation means. I can’t have Logan…

“We’re hiking.”

“Yeah, but where to? I thought this was lunch. I am on a time limit here, you know.”

“You said you had more time today,” he reminds me.

“Well, yeah, but I was thinking a couple of hours, not all day,” I grumble, trying to keep my panic at bay.

“I’ll get you back in time, Angel. I promise.”

“Logan—”

He turns to face me and, using our joined hands, pulls me in closer to him.

“I need you to trust me, Torrent. You don’t know me that well yet, but you need to know that I would never do anything to hurt you. I joke, babe, but I do care about you.”

I look into his eyes, his face, and I memorize it. From the slight curl in his reddish brown hair, the slight scar on his forehead and the groove under his eye that shows he smiles often. I take it all in and if I were to ask myself later, this would probably be the exact moment that I fell in love with Logan.

“Okay,” I whisper, feeling like my heart is in my throat.

It’s a feeling that stays with me, even when we reach the top of the mountain and a waterfall comes into view.

“How do you feel about skinny dipping, Angel?”

That groove under his eye deepens and his eyes twinkle.

Maybe this is when I fall in love with Logan.