Page 16 of Justice for the SEAL
The last time he was in his apartment, Gemma was with him, naked inhisbed.
Hell, lots of women had been in his bed, but the memory of that one grabbed him by the balls. She was a jumble of contradictions. Tame and wild. Sexually greedy with a shade of innocence that made him want to corrupt her. Anonymous and much too familiar all at thesametime.
He thought of the way she’d emerged from the bathroom at the club, her hair down, oozing sex appeal where she’d been the untouchable professional just moments before. Of course he’d touched heranyway.
He’d do anything to keeptouchingher.
It figured he’d been drawn to a woman who only wanted sex. Yet another juxtaposition. He was used to being the one who only wanted to get off, constantly keeping a relationship at bay. Now she’d captivated his interest and she wanted nothing to do with him in the lightofday.
She’d been long gone when he woke up thismorning.
He stepped outside. It was raining hard, thunder rumbling in the distance, and he jogged to his car. The laptop was shielded from the rain by a leather bag, but he wasn’t so lucky. In the fifty feet from the building to his car, he’d gotten completelysoaked.
The Ferrari’s powerful engine roared to life. The car was his baby. Cowboy had once called it Logan’s girlfriend, joking that it was the only curvy thing that would let himtouchit.
If he only knew how wronghewas.
In his mind, he could see his hand grazing Gemma’s naked hip. He clenched the wheel tighter, his hands aching to stroke her again, and he cursed under his breath. A flash of lightning illuminated the emptystreet.
It was late, he was tired and he would have liked the company of a woman. One woman inparticular.
GemmaFaraday.
He parked in the lot across from his apartment and took off through the rain once more. He almost didn’t notice the woman standing in the shadows, just to the side of the entrance to hisbuilding.
“Logan?”
Recognition was instantaneous and his dick leaped in his pants. She’d come back for an encore performance, as if he’d conjured her with his thoughts. He moved close to her, already anticipating their kiss, when he realized she wascrying.
He cupped her face in his hands. She had an abrasion from below her cheekbone to high on her temple. “Whathappened?”
“I’m sorry to just show up here like this. I didn’t know where elsetogo.”
“It’s okay.” He steered her into the building, opening the door with a wave of hiskeychain.
“You said you helppeople.”
He tilted his head. “Yeah. What’sgoingon?”
Her lip trembled for a moment before her face crumpled. “I reallyneedhelp.”
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Gemma looked small to Logan,curled up on the couch beneath the blanket his grandmother had knitted for him. He’d cleaned her abrasion and treated it with some ointment, her hair was wet, and her hands were wrapped around a cup ofhottea.
The muscles of his arms twitched. “Did hehurtyou?”
“Besides myface?No.”
Logan exhaled the breath he’d been holding. “Did you see what helookedlike?”
“No. He was wearingamask.”
He could tell she’d been traumatized, but so far she was holdingherown.
“He knew my name,” she said. Her hands started to shake and she put down the tea. “He was talking in my ear, his voice all weird and echo-y from the mask, and he said if I wanted to see Royce alive again, I had to do what he told metodo.”
Logan was careful to keep his face expressionless. “Royce?”
