Page 65 of Logan

A few minutes later found him churning down the road, finding it took only about three minutes to drive through the small town. No sign of Vivian or the terrorists. Gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, he pulled to the side of the road.

Parking, he tapped his earpiece. “What have you got for me?”

“Her phone is turned off, and we never had it traced, so we don’t know where she is. Devlin is on satellite tracking now since that town is so small, but he hasn’t located her yet,” Landon said.

Logan lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. “All right, I’ll go back into town, hit the bar and restaurant, and see if anyone has seen them.”

Frazier jumped back on the line. “Logan. I’m tracking Akram’s vehicle, and it’s right next?—”

Logan caught a glance of a woman wearing a hijab sitting on the passenger side of a car that passed him. Disbelieving his luck, he watched as the Zamans drove past.

“Next to me? I just saw them! I'm tailing them now!” As he started to pull out onto the road, another car came from the same direction as the Zamans. “Dammit, this town’s got only a couple hundred residents. Are they all fuckin’ out today?”

A small car drove past, and his disbelief took another jolt—Vivian was intently staring ahead at the Zamans’ car, never looking over to see him staring at her. “Christ! I just spied Vivian following the Zamans.” Realizing the danger she was exposing herself to, he jerked his truck onto the road, following her.

“Stay with them,” Frazier said. “I have you on satellite now.”

“It’s like a fuckin’ convoy on the road—not exactly incognito!” he groused while his heart hammered in his chest at the good luck of finding Vivian.

Vivian followed at a distance, noting when the Zamans turned onto a gravel driveway leading to a small house sitting on the side of a hill. Several cars were parked next to the house, the long drive visible to anyone inside. Frustrated, she continued down the road for another mile until she came to a widening where she could turn around. Turning to look behind her, she squeaked when an old truck pulled right in front of her, jamming on its brakes.

The driver hopped out of the truck and rounded the hood, jerking their sunglasses off.Logan?

Before she had a chance to roll down her window, his hand was on her door, opening it swiftly. Forcing her back against the seat as he leaned his large body in, he unclipped her seat beltbefore clamping his hand around her upper arm and pulling her gently but firmly out of the car.

“What are you doing?” she asked, jerking against his hold.

“The better question is what the fuck are you doing here?” he growled, maneuvering her to the far side of his truck, out of sight from the road.

“Logan, stop. I saw Akram and?—”

“Jesus, Viv, do you have any idea how much danger you’re in just by following them? How do I get it across to you that they are fuckin’ terrorists who’d kill you for interfering?”

“I wasn’t going to go up there and knock on their door, Logan. Give me some credit!”

Logan pinned her back against his truck with his arms on either side of her. With him so close, she breathed him in. She had only left him this morning, yet she had missed him already.

He shifted his gaze down the road and pinched his lips. Sucking in a deep breath, he let it out slowly before dropping his eyes down to hers. As much as she wanted to kiss him, she peered up to see his face unreadable. “What’s happening, Logan?”

“Akram blew up their house.”

At that announcement, her eyes bugged out, and her mouth fell open, but no sound came forth.

“I was finishing the cleanup on the shed when they left. I fuckin’ missed it, and by the time I got back to the house to take the next step, the goddamn house blew to bits. The fire trucks showed up, but there was not a fuckin’ piece of it left.”

“How…” Her mind raced. “How did you know they were here?”

“Iggie showed up with the volunteer fire squad. He said you stopped by and told them you were going to take a trip here. ’Bout that time, my people checked their chatter. Akram sent a message to Rashad that they were coming here.”

Vivian’s shock at seeing him had worn off. The first flush of pleasure that he had come for her died as she realized he was all about the mission. Inwardly cursing, she realized she was a complete fool. Of course he was about the mission. That was what we were here for.It was me who forgot and fell for him.

Hiding her emotions, she said, “I just happened to see them when I was checking into the hotel. They didn’t see me, but I knew it was important to find out where they were going. I wasn’t going in guns blazing or anything. Trust me, I don’t have a hero complex.” She tilted her head and peered at him more closely. “How did you find me?”

“I landed in town and happened to see them drive by. It was pure fuckin’ luck. But then I saw you right behind them and couldn’t believe my eyes.”

Fixing a tight smile on her face, she said, “Well, okay then. You…uh…know where they are. I suppose you saw the other car there. I think it might be Malik’s, but I’m not sure.”

A short jerk of his head was the only response. His arms stayed in place, and she wondered if he even realized he had her pinned in.

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