Page 41 of Logan
“Outside the door. In the hallway.”
Her head moves side to side in short, jerky shakes.
“You need to tell me what’s going on, babe. I can’t help if you don’t fill me in.”
Her voice is hesitant at first, but then it all starts to come out. The story about her old boss, the last day she worked for him, what he tried to pull. Every word she speaks twists something tighter inside me, winding my anger into something sharp and dangerous.
By the time she’s done, I’ve already decided, this asshole is going to pay for every second of fear he’s ever put into her.
“I never told him where I was moving. Or even where I was from,” she says, her voice breaking just enough to make me want to put my fist through the wall.
I pull her in against me, feeling the tension in her body, the rapid pace of her breathing. I rest my chin on her hair, breathing in the faint, sweet scent of her shampoo. Fruity. Light. The kind of smell that doesn’t belong anywhere near the ugliness that man’s brought into her life.
“He won’t touch you. You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe. Always.”
She nods against my chest, and we stand like that until her breathing evens out a little.
“You ready to head out?” I ask quietly.
She leans back just enough to glance toward the hallway. “I’m scared. He was here.”
Hearing her say it aloud cuts deeper than I expect. Makes me feel like no matter how much muscle I’ve got, how many people I’ve got behind me, I still can’t cover every angle at once.
“You’re going to come stay with me.”
She tilts her head back, her brows drawing together.
“He was here, but I don’t give a shit how crazy he is I don’t think he’ll have the balls to show up at my place.”
She shakes her head. “I’ll be fine here. We’ll just alert the front desk and they can keep an eye out. I’m not moving in withyou just because of this.” She turns toward her bedroom, but I catch her hand and spin her back to face me.
“That’s not the only reason, and I know you know that. I want you with me. All the time. Every night. This was inevitable anyway.”
She rolls her eyes, trying to cut through the heaviness. “Gee, when you’re so romantic about it, of course I’ll move in with you.”
I hook my hands around her ass and lift her until she’s eye level with me. “I hate nights when you aren’t with me. I spent ten miserable fucking years without you. Now that I have you again, I don’t want to spend an hour that way. You’re as essential as the damn air I breathe.”
I kiss her, hard and deep, putting every ounce of truth I have into it. She melts into me, her lips parting, and a soft moan escapes before I finally pull back.
“Good enough?” I ask, one brow raised.
“I mean…” She shrugs, smirking. “It was okay.”
She leans down to brush another kiss over my mouth before I set her down, my hands sliding slowly along her curves until I have to let go.
“Let’s get out of here.”
I take her hand and lead her down to my bike, every step bringing a prickling along the back of my neck. I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched. I tell myself it’s paranoia. But deep down, I’m already cataloging how to handle it if I find out it’s real.
When we roll into the clubhouse lot, the sound of music and laughter is already spilling out into the night. Inside, the noise is twice as loud with cheers and claps on the back as soon as we step through the door.
My gaze cuts across the room until I find Dom. A quick nod toward the hallway and he follows.
In his room, I lay it all out, what happened at the apartment, what Mac told me about Anthony.
“I want a full workup on him. Where he’s staying. How long he’s been here. Put a prospect on him when you find him. I want to know every move he makes until I deal with him. And I want someone with Mac whenever I can’t be.”
“You want me to start now?”
