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My plan to drag Kasey out of here suddenly takes a back seat to the need to satisfy my curiosity.
I step back from her and lift a hand to press the button on the earpiece. “Let him come.”
Kasey’s eyes go wide, and a deeper fear than I’ve seen yet floods her gaze. She can’t hear the soldier’s words, but my response is enough for her to put the pieces together.
So she was expecting him.
Interesting.
“Logan, wait! He has nothing to do with this,” she pleads.
I like the sound of her pleas.
It’s not as satisfying as her moans, but I’ll take it.
A knock on the door makes her go rigid.
“Open the door,” I order.
She doesn’t move. She just stares up at me with wide, desperate eyes.
I cock my head to the side and cup her cheek with one hand. It’s a gentle touch, but she sees it for the threat that it is.
“Either you open that door”—I take her gun from my holster—“or I will.”
“He has nothing to do with this,” she repeats, unshed tears filling her eyes.
“Last chance, liar.”
She closes her eyes in resignation as he knocks again.
With a shuddering breath, Kasey walks to the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Kasey
It’s one thing for my life to be in danger, but I will never forgive myself for putting Mark in Logan’s path.
I’d beg Logan to ignore Mark, but I know it won’t make a difference. The steely resolve in his merciless eyes is unmoving.
On shaky legs, I walk to the door. Logan shifts to the side, just out of Mark’s view but perfectly visible to me.
As if I don’t already feel the noose around my neck, Logan draws my gun from his holster and aims it right at me.
I force myself to open the door—careful to keep the cut on my shoulder hidden behind it—and face a smiling Mark.
He holds a bouquet of flowers and wears a light blue button-up with khakis. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in anything other than worn jeans.
His smile falls the second he lays eyes on me. “What’s wrong, Katie? Are you feeling okay?”
The storm of emotions raging in my stomach is so painful that all I want to do is collapse, but I cling to the doorknob and force a smile that feels like it could shatter at any moment.
“Actually, I’m not feeling well. Can I take a rain check?”
His brow furrows, and all the guilt I never felt before comes crashing into me all at once.
I never should’ve let Mark into my life.
