Page 20 of Bloom: Part 2

“I am not paranoid!”

A sharp knock on the door interrupted our heated discussion, and someone pushed it open. Logan entered, looking amazing in dress slacks and a crisp white shirt with the top button undone, exposing a sliver of his pale chest. I glanced at Sven, watching his face for any reaction to confirm my suspicion.

“What the hell’s going on in here?” Logan frowned, his eyebrows pinched together. “I could hear you two bickering from down the hall.”

“Your little gremlin’s freaking out because I called you Logan.”

Logan scratched his ear. “Say what? Why would that make you upset?”

“Thank you very much!” The glee in Sven’s voice made me scowl. “As usual, I’ll leave you to handle him. None of us can.”

Sven scuttled out of the room, and Logan stood in front of my wheelchair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Bloom, what is this all about?”

Had I overreacted? I looked away, uncurling my hands and smoothing my palms over my pants. I felt foolish and out of my depth, yet the panic I’d felt at Sven using Logan’s first name had been real. Frightening. I didn’t want anyone else getting close to Logan.

“Bloom, talk to me.”

I shook my head, pinching the fabric of my pants. “It’s nothing.”

“Hey, you and I don’t have that kind of relationship.” Logan leaned down so he was on eye level with me, his expression softening. “You’ve never hidden anything from me. You’re always frank—a little more blunt than most people are used to—but it’s one of the things I love about you.”

The panic simmered down, and a rush of warmth spread through my chest and into my cheeks.

That’s right. Logan loves me, not anyone else.

“Why is he calling you Logan all of a sudden?” I raised my head to meet his gaze. “Dr. Collier—that’s what everyone else calls you. Only I call you Logan. Why did that change for him?”

Silence. Then his lips curled into a smile. “Bloom, are you jealous?”

I scowled, opening my mouth to deny it, but the words stuck in my throat. I didn’t want to admit that I was jealous. It seemed petty, childish even. “I’m gonna kill him.”

Logan chuckled, cupped my cheek, and pressed his lips to mine in a hard kiss. “You’re cute when jealous, but no, you can’t kill Sven just because he called me by my first name. He gave me a ride home a few nights ago, and that’s how he ended up using my first name. It’s nothing to get upset about.”

“He gave you a ride home?” The calm I had started to feel vanished once again and was replaced by a rush of emotions that tightened my throat. “Did he stay? Did he enter the house? Were you alone with him?”

“Bloom, calm down.” Logan took my hands in his. “Before I answer your questions, don’t you trust me?”

“Yes, I trust you,” I forced the words out. “It’s him I don’t trust or anyone else.”

“Then trustme. Nothing happened. He didn’t even make it inside my place, and if you don’t believe me, you can ask any of the bikers. They were at my house that night.”

“Oh, Sarge mentioned it.”

“Exactly, so retract your claws and relax.” He kissed my forehead, my nose, then my lips, leaving warm tingles in each place he’d touched. “There’s no one else I care about the way I do you.”

I hooked my arm behind his head. “There’s no one else you should care about at all,” I said fiercely, then kissed him. Sven might have gotten off this time, but I had a feeling I would have to gut someone at some point for their contact with my Logan.

Logan chuckled, parting our lips. “Want to hear something funny?”

“What is it?”

“I think I should be the one jealous.”

“What’d you mean?”

“I think Sven has a crush on you, not me.”

I pulled a disgusted face and snorted. “Now I know you’re fucking with me. I must have threatened him three times since he’s been here today.”

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