Page 86 of Sapphire Sunset

“Says the guy who showers toBlink-182,” Logan grumbled.

“I’ll make a note of all that.”Connor was clearly charmed.

Donnie turned to Logan andgave him an aggressive bear hug, which, it turned out, was designed to bringhis mouth to Logan’s ear. “He still looks like Grown-up Tintin. Have a blast,Cap’n,” he whispered.

“I fucking hate you, dude,”Logan whispered back. Then he grabbed the back of Donnie’s neck in one hand andturned him toward the nearest exit.

Once Donnie was gone,Connor’s smile faded. “Can I see you in my office, please?”

Worried Connor had overheardtheir chitchat, Logan did as instructed, braced for an uncomfortableconversation. Instead, Connor threw the door shut with almost as much force asLogan had used that morning and gave him a kiss that made Logan’s head spin.

“As much as I’d love to domore, this kiss couldn’t wait until we’re alone,” Connor said.

“We kind of are alone,” Loganpointed out.

“We need a bigger radius thanthis. Believe me, I’d love to hit my knees and prove that half of what my unclesaid about me this morning is absolutely true, but we have to maintain somesense of decorum at work.”

“Sounds sensible. Just let mego jerk off in the head real quick.”

Connor palmed Logan’s crotch.“I will take very good care of this one later. I promise.” Connor withdrew,took a seat at his desk, and popped his laptop open. “But right now I have tofigure out if it’s worth the effort to try to corral the guests who lost theirhomes into meeting with these mental health counselors. So far, they haven’texactly warmed to the idea of therapy.”

The office phone’s intercom tonechimed.

Connor answered. His expressionturned grave.

“Sure. We’ll be right out,”he finally said, then hung up.

“Not Rodney again,” Logansaid.

“Not quite. It’s the FBI.”

Logan’s heart hammered. Werethey about to endure more arrests?

The FBI agents who’dinterviewed Logan briefly on the day of the raid were waiting for them by the frontdesk, but without their battalion of friends in FBI windbreakers.

Connor introduced himself,shaking the hands of both agents, and Logan did the same. Then they all staredat each other awkwardly for a beat. “Are we going to need lawyers for this?” Connorfinally asked.

“No,” Agent Ward said, “butwe might need someplace private.”

A few minutes later, the fourof them were in one of the conference center’s smaller meeting rooms. The onein which they’d held yesterday’s staff meeting had been converted into adaycare and playroom.

“Mr. Harcourt, have you hadany further contact with your uncle after this morning’s altercation?” AgentWard asked.

“None. Why? What’s going on?”

“What about you, Mr.Murdoch?” Ward asked.

“Not a peep. And I’m notexpecting one.”

The agents exchanged aknowing look. Logan’s heart dropped.

“Your uncle broke the lawwhen he visited the hotel this morning,” Agent Ward said.

“I haven’t had time to file arestraining order,” Connor said. “Or charge him with assault.”

“A condition of your uncle’sbail was home confinement. He was under orders from the court to proceeddirectly to his residence after his arraignment and receive an ankle monitor.He did neither of those things. Instead he came here. And he hasn’t been seenor heard from since.”

“Have you talked to hislawyer?” Connor asked.

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