Page 80 of Single Dad's Hot Nanny

“You,”I snarled.

“Mia. Boy, am I happy to see you.”

I gawked at Logan, my ex-boyfriend from hell. The bastard was alive after all… and I wanted to kill him. “Happy to see me?” I scoffed and eyed him with pure disdain. He was like an omen of doom coming to cast a shadow over my new, happy relationship.

Logan’s shaggy blonde mane had grown out, and his facial hair gave him a scruffy appearance. He had bags under his eyes, and his clothes seemed like they could use a spin in a washing machine. He looked awful, but I didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for him because where was he when I was scared and calling him for help while being threatened byhisassociate?

“Jeez, have you been hiding in a hole in the ground?” I asked, giving him another once over.

He wiped a hand over his face. “You and your jokes.”

I raised my eyebrows at his biting tone. I wasn’t even trying to be funny. He looked filthy. “Right… If you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.”

To my chagrin as I tried to edge around him, he moved to block me.

“I don’t know what you’re doing here, Logan, but go away.”

I tried to step around him again with no success.

“Get out of my way,” I bit out.

“Come on, Mia. I just want to talk.”

“Oh, now you want to talk? What about when I was calling you and begging for help with the criminal you set on me?”

“I didn’t…”

“You ran away, hid, and left me to fend for myself against people I’m sure are capable of murder, you asshole.”

He scoffed as if I were talking nonsense. As if I’d pulled the story of being in danger out of my ass. Logan really was a horrible human being, and I kind of hated myself for having a relationship with him—brief though it was.

“Mia, you’re overreacting.”

My molars almost turned to dust the way I ground them together to keep my temper in check. “You heartless sonofabitch. You tried to concon artistslike an idiot and left your debt onme. You left me to deal with your mess! You have no idea what I’ve been through, Logan!”

He hung his head and combed his fingers through his hair. For a moment, he looked like he might apologize, but instead, he reached out, placed a hand on my arm, and said, “Listen, I didn’t mean for things to get so bad, alright? I’ll make it right. We can make things right together. I just need to borrow a little cash. This is the last time…”

My jaw practically touched the floor. Was this man for real? Had he forgotten the amount of money he swindled me out of while we dated with his stories about profitable investments? Idiot that I used to be, I fell for each scam. Resisting the urge to knee him in the nutsack, I jerked my arm away, disgusted by his touch.

“Stay the hell away from me, Logan.” Before I could carry out my indignant escape, he snagged my arm and pulled me back. “Let go of me!”

“Listen to me, Mia. I need your help.”

The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became.

“You’re hurting me, Logan.” Panic slithered in because he had this wild, desperate look in his eyes, and I feared for my safety.

Suddenly, his grip on me loosened, and I staggered back. I was confused by his abrupt release until I processed the scene in front of me. Michael held Logan by his lapels, pinned against the wall with his feet dangling off the floor. He looked like a ragdoll in Michael’s hold.

“Who the fuck areyou?” Michael snarled, his face was a cold mask of fury, but what really scared me was his tone. It was low and deceptively calm… lethal. I’d never heard it before. I’d never seenthisMichael before.

Logan's eyes were wide. The bravado he’d confronted me with was gone. He squirmed, trying to free himself, but Michael didn’t budge. Finally, he stopped fighting and resorted to reasoning. “Hey, man, I was just talking to her. No need to get handsy.”

Michael’s lips curled in disgust as he eased Logan off the wall and slammed him into it… just enough to make the asshole grunt. “She said you were hurting her, you little shit.”

I understood his fury then. He was super protective of those he cared about. I didn’t realize he’d heard that much.Crap. What else did he hear? My heart raced with rising panic. My current,wealthyboyfriend in the same space as my sleazycon artistex-boyfriend was no good. A scenario of the bookie who had been plaguing my existence showing up to add more drama to the mix played out like a horror film in my head. Michael would find out just how much trouble I was in and dump mebefore I could explain. Worse, I’d put him in danger. I had to get him away from here pronto.

“Michael, let’s just go,” I pleaded.

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