Page 65 of Short, Lethal & Claimed

“Would that really be so bad?” Jill asked, releasing her hold on his shirt so that she could run her fingertips over his chest as she took in tanned skin over a perfectly sculpted chest and abs, looking for any trace of the red patches that had covered his skin for the past month.

“Giving up my revenge?” Logan asked as she watched his muscles shift beneath her touch.

“Yes,” Jill said as she met his gaze.

“And what would I do instead, Angel?” Logan asked, reaching up to push a strand of her long, dark hair behind her ear.

“What was the plan after you finally finished with your revenge?” Jill asked, trying to wrap her mind around what she was seeing. She hadn’t been a hundred percent sure that her blood would heal him, but now that she knew, Jill found herself wondering about something else.

“World domination,” Logan drawled, making her lips twitch.

“That does sound like a fun hobby,” Jill murmured in agreement as her gaze shifted to his neck and found herself wondering if she was really going to be able to do this. “You never told me what the plan was,” she reminded him as she forced herself to meet his gaze.

“To make the asshole pay for what he did,” Logan said coldly.

Nodding absently, Jill dropped her gaze to watch her fingertips glide over his skin, wondering why touching him felt like the most natural thing in the world. She’d never felt comfortable being this close to a man before, never mind touching him, but with Logan…

She should hate him.

This was the man who marked her and ruined her life and here she was sitting on his lap, absently tracing circles on his chest instead of putting the stake that she had hidden beneath the couch to good use. There was something seriously wrong with her, Jill thought, running her fingertips down his chest as she found herself wondering why she felt safe in his arms.

“I have a theory,” Jill said, taking her time drawing a figure eight on his chest as she debated her next move. They could keep playing this game or she could finally end it. It would mean taking a loss, but she’d finally have her answers. It was something that she normally didn’t like doing because it was risky.

“Are you going to share with the rest of the class?” Logan asked, making her lips twitch.

“That depends on what you’ll give me if I’m right,” Jill said as she thought about everything that she’d learned in the last few hours.

“That would depend on what you’ll give me if you’re wrong,” Logan said as she went back to drawing circles on his chest.

“What do you want?” Jill asked only to go still when Logan said, “Another taste.”

Since that worked for her, Jill said, “Deal.”

“I’m ready to be enthralled, Angel,” Logan drawled as she met his curious gaze.

“That will make this easier,” Jill murmured, making his lips twitch as she watched him for a moment, debating where to start only to decide that night at the bar was the perfect place to start. “You came to the bar that night because of my family,” Jill began, pausing as she ran her fingertips down his chest, making sure to look bored while she waited to see if he would take the bait.

“More or less,” Logan murmured, forcing her to bite back a smile.

“When you didn’t get what you came for, you switched tactics and waited for an opportunity for your men to grab Izzy outside the compound only to have everything go to hell, hurting Joshua in the process,” Jill said, meeting his gaze as she sat there, praying that she wasn’t wrong and-

“Your brother never should have been hurt, Angel,” Logan said softly, reaching up to run his fingertips along her jaw as she did her best to ignore just how relieved she was and forced herself to stay focused.

“You let yourself get captured so that you could get your hands onTattletale,” Jill said, watching Logan sigh as he dropped his hand away.

“And you were doing so well, Angel,” Logan said with a sad shake of his head.

“Unless you fill in the blanks, I’ll just assume that I’m right,” Jill said with a heartfelt sigh and a helpless shrug as she waited for him to take the bait.

She watched the slight narrowing of his eyes as he considered her for a moment. “Tell me something,” Logan drawled, pausing to shift beneath her to get more comfortable. “Does anyone actually fall for this trick?”

Blinking innocently, Jill asked, “What trick would that be exactly?” knowing better than to admit defeat.

“The one where you pretend to know something in order to trick me into correcting you and telling you what you want to know,” Logan said, forcing her to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling.

“Is that what I’m doing?” Jill murmured, watching as her fingertips moved over his ribs where a large red patch of skin used to be and found herself once again wondering what else her blood did.

“Would you like me to take pity on you?” Logan asked as her gaze flickered to his neck.

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