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His gaze softens, all the shadows in him melting away for just a moment. “Promise.”
My lips curl into the faintest smile before exhaustion finally pulls me under. The last thing I feel before drifting off is the secure weight of Logan’s arms and the steady beat of his heart.
24
Dylan
Bright afternoon sunshine spills through the curtains as I stir awake. Everything still aches but having Logan’s warm body right beside me eases some of the lingering anxiety in my mind.
Glancing to my side, I take in Logan’s face. He’s still asleep but even when he’s relaxed, there’s a quiet intensity to his features. I lightly trace his strong jawline and the shape of his slightly parted lips. He looks peaceful now, but I can still see the faint traces of exhaustion etched into his face.
Logan came for me.
My chest tightens with the realization. Even though Logan was very aware of what Pete could do to him and his family for challenging him, he still chose to come after me.
We were so exhausted last night that we could barely stay up to discuss what happened. As I watch Logan sleep, I can already imagine what he did to get to me so quickly.
Mitchikov came with Logan and led the entire rescue operation. The crazy defenseman of the Knights clearly has connections with the Russian mob. That’s got to be the reason why he remained so calm while we stepped over dead bodies and walked past armed men.
Mitchikov’s connections must’ve helped Logan find me so quickly. Even though the guy always gave me trouble, hehelped Logan rescue me. All the resentment I felt toward him disappears like mist in the afternoon sun.
I owe him my life and so much more.
A heavy breath escapes me. There’s so much Logan and I need to talk about but this isn’t the time. We’ve got to eat something first.
Shifting slowly, I carefully slip out of bed. The house is quiet and it’s past two in the afternoon, so I know no one’s at home. Both Maddie and Eva must be at school right now.
Deciding to cook some food for both of us, I grab Logan’s shirt from the corner of the bed. A smile comes onto my lips as Logan’s scent wraps around me. Opening the door, I head downstairs and go into the kitchen.
The place feels familiar and almost nostalgic. It’s neat and tidy, with a bowl of fruit on the counter and Maddie’s school artwork pinned to the fridge.
Warmth floods my chest, making me smile.
Inhaling deeply, I get to work. I place two pans on the stove to heat up while mixing up pancake batter. The rhythmic motions of cooking calm me, giving me something simple to focus on.
Soon, the faint sizzle of batter hitting the pan fills the air. In another pan, I add a bowl of whisked eggs.
Standing at the counter, I keep a watch, absolutely unaware of someone walking into the kitchen. By the time I become conscious, it’s too late.
A startled scream rings out behind me, nearly making me jump out of my skin. The spatula clatters to the floor as I stumble around to see who it is.
A familiar middle-aged woman stands at the doorway, eyes wide with shock and suspicion. My heart plummets. It’sEva, Logan’s mom. Her arms are wrapped around two bulging grocery bags as she stares at me.
“Why the hell are you here?!” she screams. “And why the hell are you naked in my house?”
Naked?
I look down and realize I’m just wearing Logan’s shirt that’s barely covering my naughty bits. Embarrassed and shocked, I don’t know whether to run or to explain everything to her.
“N-no, wait!” I stammer, stepping back. “I—I’m not here to—this isn’t what it looks like!”
Her eyes narrow. “Are you here to rob us? Or hurt my family?”
“No!” I blurt, panic bubbling in my chest. “I—please, it’s not like that—”
But before I can get another word out, more footsteps echo in the hallway.
“Mom?”
