Page 108 of The Chase
The conversation with Logan sounded tamer now.
“It’s looking good,” came his husky voice. “I spoke with Magnus. He’s in. He has the resources to deal with the level of attention this will bring. Well, I changed my mind. Made an executive decision.” He listened a little more. “I will end this. It will be swift and sure. It will happen. And it will be...kind.”
He was talking about me.
A viselike grip tightened around my throat. Barefoot, I padded closer to him with my heart racing.
Tobias was dressed in that three-piece suit and waistcoat. He still had his back to me. His posture was stiff with tension and his left hand was clenched by his side.
“Give the phone to Coops.” He turned and his jaw flexed tightly when he saw what I was wearing.
“Tea?” I mouthed.
“I made coffee,” he mouthed back, and his gaze narrowed, those jade-green eyes hinting his appetite for me might be insatiable.
Still, doubt surged through me.
With a look of concentration, Tobias broke my stare and strolled over to the window, his focus centered on the street below. “Yes, Logan, I’m handling...it.” He killed the call and remained transfixed by something on the street.
I stepped forward. “Everything okay?”
“You might want to put some clothes on.”
“Why?”
“I’ve arranged for your paintings to be collected.”
“What time?”
“Soon. I realized the ridiculousness of putting them in the back of my car. Or yours.”
“They’re in a pallet.”
“They need to be handled by professionals, Zara. With expert supervision.”
“I’ve taken good care of them.”
He gave me a look that broke the truth out of its chains. I’d been negligent and had taken a risk keeping them here.
“If the police come back with that search warrant...” He let the sentence trail off and shrugged. “My team’s discreet.”
My brain told me not to go there and I ignored it. “Are you in a relationship with her?”
“Logan?”
I gave a wary nod.
When he didn’t answer immediately it felt like a slap. All the clues had been there, the way she looked at him, her jealousy toward me. “Are you still...”
He stared down at his phone and tucked it away. “Not anymore.”
“Why not?”
Considering Logan’s model looks, an impressive career and bilingual skills that no doubt matched her other linguistic talents, she positively oozed sexy vixen.
“I found her a pleasant distraction. But later...”
“She wanted more?”
