Page 72 of Whatever You Want

My mouth hung open in shock. Was he serious right now?

“That’s what you’re choosing to focus on. Don’t you think we have more important things to worry about?”

He shook his head, still looking pissed off at me for some reason. “Why didn’t you park in the lot to begin with? Why did you park so far away?”

“Because it was packed. It was nice out, so I didn’t mind walking a few extra feet. Jesus, Logan, really?”

Madison looked up at us. She was sitting on the ground, playing with my phone. She was being quiet and trying to act like she wasn’t paying attention.

He closed his eyes and hung his head. “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” He pulled me into his arms. “I was a nervous wreck after I got Madison’s voicemail.”

I melted into his embrace. “I know, but next time can you leave the attitude behind?”

He pulled back, brushing a piece of hair out of my eyes. “My mind went to every worst-case scenario on the way here. I didn’t mean to come across as such a blockhead.”

“You’re not a blockhead.” I stared into his eyes. “I’m sorry you were worried.”

He let go and bent down, so he was at eye level with my daughter. “Thanks for calling me and telling me where you and your mom were. You were a big help today.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “Why would someone do that to our car?”

“Come here, sweetheart.” He opened his arms up, and she walked right into them. “I’m not sure, but I promise you I will find out who did.”

Her lips tilted into a smile. “I know you won’t let anything bad happen to us, right, Logan?”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I’ll always protect you.” He ran a gentle hand up and down her back. “I know I wasn’t very nice a few minutes ago, I was scared, but I shouldn’t have acted like that. You and your mom mean the world to me. I just want you both safe.”

She squeezed him tight. God, he was so good with her.

He straightened up and locked his eyes with me. “I’m going to talk to the sheriff for a minute. Why don’t you and Madison wait in my truck. I won’t be long. I’m sure you both want to get home.”

I grabbed his arm and spoke low so only he could hear me. “I didn’t give them Vanessa’s name, but I think they know I have an idea of who it could be.”

Something flickered across his features, something I couldn’t quite figure out. He squeezed my hip and left me to talk to the sheriff.

I walked over to his truck and helped Madison inside. I called my insurance company to let them know what happened. By the time I was finished, I was mentally exhausted. A few minutes later, Logan jumped in and hit the locks.

“Are you going to get the bad guys who wrecked our car, Logan?” Madison asked from the back seat.

His jaw ticked. “I’m going to do everything I can, sweetheart.”

Logan’s body was tense as he looked in the rearview mirror and pulled out onto the street. He kept checking and rechecking the mirrors every time we switched lanes.

His phone rang, and he pulled it out of the cupholder. “What do you have for me, Marx?”

I looked over my shoulder to check on my daughter. Her gaze was trained out the window. She was being exceptionally quiet, which had me concerned.

Logan cursed under his breath and scrubbed a free hand across his jaw. It was hard to hear the other half of the conversation with all the road noise. From what little I could gather, it wasn’t good news.

“Thanks for the update. Let’s hope our tech guys get figure out who it’s registered to.” He hit end and shoved his phone back in the cupholder.

“How bad is it?”

“They found a tracker in your car.”

I twisted in my seat. “What?”

He gritted his teeth. “In case you were wondering, this was not random.”

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