Page 33 of Justice for the SEAL
“What are you goingtowear?”
“I was thinking your robe would look pretty fantasticonme.”
Her eyes widened. “You can’t wear that. Everyone in the building will look at you and realize you’re not one of thejudges.”
He shrugged. “So I’ll claim to be a singing telegram guy. I’m certainly notold enoughto be ajudge.”
“I hate yourightnow.”
“You lookterrible.”
“Where am Igoing?”
“The Ferrari’s parked in the west lot. The keys are in your pocket. I’ll be twenty feet behind you, hot stuff. Now, leadtheway.”
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Gemma hada sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach as the elevator made its ascent. Up until now she hadn’t technically done anything wrong, but this car was about to open on the threshold of the point of no return, and she had little choice but tocrossit.
Logan took her hand. “You’ll besafehere.”
“I know.” She was grateful there was someplace she could go. The elevator slowed and stopped, the door opening. Too bad she had to sacrifice her career for her ownsafety.
They stepped into the HERO Force lobby, dramatic lighting and sleek designs in the carpet making Gemma feel like she’d just walked onto amovieset.
“Jax here yet?” Logan asked the man at thereceptiondesk.
To his credit, the receptionist didn’t bat an eye at their outfits. “Yes, sir. He justgotback.”
“Great.” He held his palm on a pad on the wall and opened a door, holding it for Gemma to precede him. He moved beside her and led the way, past offices and a glass-walled room filled with computers and monitors and a large panel of lights and buttons along the side. It looked like some high-tech control room, making her think ofWarGames.
No point in mentioning that reference toLogan.
“Maybe I should just lie low in a storage room or something,” sheoffered.
“Jax and Cowboy need to knowyou’rehere.”
They rounded one final turn and a man’s voice could be heard speaking in clipped, even tones in thedistance.
“Let me change my clothes, atleast.”
He stopped. “Okay. There’s a ladies’ room right overthere.”
She changed quickly and rejoined him, the man’s voice she’d heard before getting louder until Logan pulled her inside the room it wascomingfrom.
Jax Anderson was standing, a telephone to his ear. His eyes met Gemma’s, recognition like a spoken accusation. “Let me call you back,” he said, replacing thereceiver.
“Gemma Faraday, Jax Anderson,” saidLogan.
“You’re the judge from court thismorning.”
“She needs somewhere safe to stay,” saidLogan.
Jax frowned. “This isn’t ashelter.”
Gemma touched Logan’s arm when he would have spoken. “Someone’s trying to hurt me. Someone related to Anthony Royce’skidnapping.”
Jax’s eyes shot to Logan. “Explain.”
