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“Wait. He denied it?”

I turn back to him. “Yes. But don’t worry, I didn’t tell him who told me.”

Duke pales. Good. Maybe he won’t try that again.

“I swear to you, Dad told me he killed Leo. I should have known he’d deny it if you asked.”

I’m tired of whatever game Duke is trying to play, so I leave him and go upstairs to my bedroom. Less than an hour later, my dad’s heavy footsteps shuffle upstairs and down the hall to his bedroom. Ten minutes later, I sneak out of my room and out past the pool.

Logan is sitting outside on a chair.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” I say. “Finally, alone.”

I walk inside, and he follows, closing the door behind him. As I walk back to the bedroom, I pull off my sweater and toss it behind me. I spin, and he’s right behind me, his eyes full of desire.

He stops and glances in the direction of the house. “Are you sure about this? Your dad doesn’t seem like the kind of man who would be okay with this.”

“We’re both adults. That’s all that matters.”

He stares at me, and I can tell he’s trying to figure out what to do. So, I kiss him. Hard. When I pull back, he begins undressing, too.

I walk backward as I remove my bra. But my eyes are on him. He’s just as sexy as I remembered him. He catches up to me, and I skim my nails up his chest.

“Your body is magnificent.”

He runs his hands up my waist and pinches a nipple. “I can say the same thing to you.”

I move my hand into his hair and pull his lips down to mine. The moment they meet, it’s like fire.

“I need you now and fast,” I say.

“Me too,” he says.

“Delaney!” Duke yells as he knocks on the front door.

“Son of a bitch,” I say as I walk to the end of the hallway and yell at the door. “Not now, Duke.”

“Sorry, but Dad insists. He wants you for something.”

I take a few deep breaths to calm myself. “Fine, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Then I stare at naked Logan. “I’m so sorry. I really have missed all of this.” I walk up and kiss his cheek. “My dad had gone to bed, so I don’t know what’s going on.”

Logan laughs. “You’re kidding, right?”

I frown as I put my bra back on. “No.”

Logan grabs my waist and kisses my neck. “He knew you’d come over here, and he doesn’t want us having sex.”

I push him away to put on my sweater. “I’m afraid you might be right. Whatever he wants, I’ll try to make it fast. Then I’ll come back.”

“I doubt you’ll be free for a while,” he says, giving me one last kiss on the lips. “But I’ll be waiting for you.”

Once I’m presentable, I make my way to my dad’s office. Despite having gone to bed not long ago, there he is, sitting behind a large stack of files.

“What’s going on?”

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