Page 16 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

And that was even before he’d noticed her wounds.

It wasn’t only her beauty that had captured his attention. There had been such fear in her eyes that it had cut right through the clutter in his mind.

His hands gripped the wheel as he thought of the only woman he had ever truly loved. She, too, had looked at him with that same feral fear that even now, more than two decades later, he still hadn’t been able to shake the memory.

It was probably the reason he had listened to her plea not to call the police.

Something terrible had happened to her, and while he wanted to learn her story and make sure that she was being taken care of, it wasn’t wise to get involved.

No more scandals.

In particular, that meant no more women.

Especially ones that caused his heart to skip a beat.

Still, if it hadn’t been for those cameras and the people at the hospital, he wouldn’t have left quite so unceremoniously.

Logan was many things, but he wasn’t the unfeeling jerk the media painted him out to be.

Pushing aside the image of her face, he drove, wondering what in the world had happened to her. He comforted himself in the knowledge that at least she was in good hands now.

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