Page 21 of Justice for the SEAL
He was just a guy she’d met inaclub.
Orwashe?
She’d simply assumed theirs was a chance meeting, but what if it was not? The kidnappers knew who she was—one of them had attacked her on thestreet.
Oh God. What if another one had approached her in anightclub?
Pure fear blew through her like the coldest breeze. Logan was connected to the people who’d taken Royce. Hemustbe.
He wasdangerous.
She was indanger.
As if on cue, Logan’s eyes opened. “Hey. Good morning.” He sat up, looking from her to the computer screen and back again. “What are youdoing?”
She looked to the door on the other side of the apartment, but she’d have to run right past the bed. “Nothing.”
He threw back the covers and stood, the nakedness she’d found so alluring now frightening her. “Why are you on mycomputer?”
“It’s not yours.” She grabbed a pair of scissors from a cup on the desk, holding them like a sword. “It belongs to Anthony Royce. Now how about you tell me why youhaveit?”
“I’m not going to hurt you,Gemma.”
“Shut up. You liedtome.”
“No, Ididn’t.”
“You let me think you were just some stranger. But that’s not true,isit?”
“I’m just going to grab my shorts.” He pulled them up, zipping the zipper and leaving the button open so they hung low onhiships.
She’d taken one look at that body and hopped into bedwithhim.
Whatafool!
“Tell me how you’re involved with Royce. Did you take him?” shedemanded.
“No. He’s a client of HERO Force. I met him the day he was kidnapped. The explosion happened right in front of our headquarters.” He held up his injured palm. “I tried to save his wife, but it wastoolate.”
Hisburnedhand.
She’d wonderedaboutthat.
“What a saint,” she said. “But you still didn’t explain how you managed to hook up with me. Don’t tell me it was a coincidence. I don’t have my blinders onanymore.”
“I followed you and your friend there.” He walked slowly toward her. “I went to the scene of the explosion. I watched his wife die hours earlier and I was upset. I was just…walking.”
He was almost to her, and the hand holding the scissors started toshake.
“Then there you were, and I followed you and your friend to the club. I wanted to know who you were. How you knewRoyce.”
He went to touch her shoulders and she jerked her body out of reach. “Don’ttouchme.”
His stare spoke volumes, reminding her of every intimacy they’d shared, that a touch now was nothing compared to what they’d already done together. She’d all but begged him to make love to her last night, actually letting herself think it might be the beginning of something real between her andLogan.
Stupidgirl.
“I’m telling you the truth, Gemma. I want tohelpyou.”
