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I lift my head, taking in the stark white bandage wrapped around his head. “They stitched you up.”
“Yeah.” He lifts a hand, touching his head. “Guess it’ll leave a scar. That bothers you?”
I shake my head. “Of course not.”
He shrugs. “Then it won’t bother me.”
Anger surges through me as I remember the sickening crack of metal on bone. “I can’t believe Johnny hit you with a shovel!”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly a shovel. More like a trowel. But not a fair fight, that’s for sure.” Logan grimaces. “My instinctssaved me. I dodged the worst of it. Just a few stitches and a headache, that’s all.”
“That’s all?” I stare at him. “Logan, you could’ve died! And why did you insist on driving in that condition? You should’ve let me.”
He gives me a lopsided smile. “You were shaking like a leaf, baby. Didn’t think it was safe.”
I smack his shoulder, glaring. “And driving with a blow to the head is safer? Logan, I nearly passed out from worry.”
His expression softens, his eyes going warm and liquid. “No one’s ever worried about me before. I’m used to taking care of myself. Doing things on my own.”
My heart clenches at the quiet admission. I climb onto the bed, careful not to elbow him, and settle into his lap. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as I burrow into his warmth.
“You promised me you wouldn’t kill him,” I murmur into his neck.
“And I kept my word.” He sighs, his breath ruffling my hair. “I’m sorry I let him provoke me into a fight. But I’d do it again. I won’t let anyone talk about you, to you or treat you that way. Not after what he did, sending that video.”
I stiffen, pulling back to look at Logan. “He’s the one who filmed it? Sent it? You’re sure?”
Logan nods. “He sent the video, he admitted that. However, he swore up and down he didn’t film it. Claims someone else sent the file to him.”
I frown, confusion warring with anger. “And you believe him?”
“Yeah. He was terrified, Sloane. I think he was telling the truth.”
“Then who? Who would do this to us?”
His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. “I don’t know. I had someone scan the elevator cameras, but he found nothing.”
“Shit.” I slide off Logan’s lap and begin pacing the small room. “This is all my fault. My fault you got hurt, my fault you might lose the company...”
“Sloane.” His sharp tone stops me in my tracks. “Come here.”
I shake my head, wrapping my arms around myself. “No. It’s because of me?—”
“Sloane.” A warning note enters his voice. “Get that pretty ass back over here. Now.”
I obey, letting him tug me back into his lap. He cups my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Listen to me. You are not to blame for any of this, you hear me? I don’t give a fuck what happens to me or the company as long as I have you.”
“But what will you do?” My voice cracks, thick with unshed tears.
He shakes his head. “I’ll figure it out. Shit, the phone. Where’s the phone I took from him?”
I blink at the abrupt subject change. “Johnny’s? I think it’s still in your car.”
“Good. Thought I lost it for a second. I need to give it to Sam, make sure he didn’t send that video to anyone else.”
“Who’s Sam?”
