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“Asshole,” she muttered.

Logan chuckled. “You’re fierce when you’re pissed off, Sergeant Parker.”

She turned from glaring after the police car to study him. “And aren’t you? Pissed off, I mean. There was no reason to pull you over and no call to make a big deal out of it once he’d seen the paperwork.”

“No point in being pissed off.” He grinned. “I’m not saying you’re all assholes, but there are enough. If prison taught me one thing it was to stay cool. I swore ten years ago when I got out, that I was never going back. So I smile and I nod and I make sure my paperwork is in order.”

She shook her head. “I’m impressed.”

“Good, I’m impressive. Now, let’s get you home. You must be exhausted.”

Chapter Eleven

“Are you going to tell me why I’m hearing a whole lot of rumors about you?”

She glanced up from her desk and considered ignoring Jack’s question and finishing up her application form instead. A vacancy had come up in the detective bureau, and she was going for it. This was all she’d wanted since she’d joined the force, and finally it was within her grasp. She’d passed the exams a year ago and had been waiting for a suitable opening.

But she supposed Jack had a right to ask. They hadn’t repeated the date yet, and to be honest, while she was sleeping with Logan—or if not sleeping, then fulfilling his sexual fantasies—she didn’t feel she could date anyone else. But Jack was a friend, maybe more, and she owed him honesty at least.

Except she didn’t want to talk about Logan.

He was nobody’s business but hers.

“I have no idea.” She should have known that prick West wouldn’t keep his mouth shut. She’d been getting strange looks since she’d come on duty last night, but only Jack was brave enough to ask her outright.

He perched on the edge of the desk. “Rumors involving you, a Harley, and Logan McCabe in the early hours of yesterday morning. I might have discounted them, except I know for a fact that you know McCabe. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing to do with work.”

“So what is it to do with?”

She pursed her lips while she decided what to say. Logan was in their lives now, and she was convinced he was here to stay. He’d made it very clear he planned to be a big part of Jennifer’s life. That wasn’t something she could, or even wanted to, keep a secret long-term.

“Logan is Jenny’s father.”

He rose to his feet and stood staring down at her. “What?”

“Logan McCabe is Jennifer’s father.” She pressed a finger to her forehead wishing the conversation was over. Or better yet, that it had never started. “He didn’t know until recently, and I’d really rather you kept it to yourself for now.”

“So how did he find out?”

“I told him of course.”

“Why? Why now?”

She drummed her fingers on her desk as she considered her answer, finally deciding on the truth. “Lately Jenny has been asking a lot of questions. And I always felt bad about not telling him. And I sort of expected that he wouldn’t want anything to do with us.”

“I take it that’s not the case?”

“No. He wants to be part of her life. They’ve met and they get on incredibly well. She’s also met his family.”

“Rory McCabe?”

“And Declan, and Logan’s sister and stepmother.”

“Jesus.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Do you really want a man like that in Jenny’s life?”

Gritting her teeth, she dredged up Logan’s advice. Stay cool and smile. She forced her lips into a semblance of a smile, though couldn’t quite make it reach her eyes. “I checked before I went to see him. He’s not been in any trouble since that first time. Otherwise I would never have told him. Everyone makes mistakes.”

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