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The first thing he did was run a search for Gemma Faraday in Royce’s email. The only hits were for some political fundraiser they were both invited toattend.
That was arelief.
He selected all of the fundraiser emails and marked them as read. Just over five thousand more to go. At this rate, it might take him a week just to find the threateningemails.
A small balloon popped up in the top corner of the desktop. REMINDER: MONTHLY PASSWORDS EXPIRE IN FORTY-EIGHT HOURS AND REQUIRE TWO-FACTORAUTHENTICATION.
“Oh,fuck.”
He pinched the skin between his eyes. Without Royce’s cell phone to receive a password reset code, Logan would be unable to log-in after the nexttwodays.
The clock wasticking.
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Logan’s towelswere bigger than Gemma was, and she thought she might get lost in the one she was drying off with. It smelled like him and she brought the soft fabric to her nose, inhaling his scent andsighing.
So he was a decent guy, offering her shelter from the storm without expecting anything in return. After the night they’d spent together, the air between them was sizzling with unspoken questions, and she suspected he’d be interested in having sex again if it was apossibility.
Last night you weredrunk.
Today you wouldn’t have any excuses for sleeping with a guy halfyourage.
Not half, exactly, but certainlyyounger.
And he worked for HERO Force. Ethically she was skating on ice so thin she could see fishthroughit.
But she was so aware of him and his proximity, his body so sculpted and physically so fit she could squeeze his muscles and shout for joy. She eyed her naked self in the mirror, the tattoos that swirled around her reconstructed breasts reminding her she was far from a blankslate.
She was a woman with a history, and it was stamped on her as clear as day for anyone to see if she let them get close to her. Reaching up, she ran her finger along the petals of aflower.
The room had been dark when they’dmadelove.
Hadsex.
You had sex, Gemma. You didn’tmakelove.
But it had felt like that to her, which wasridiculous.
Her eyes dropped and she finished drying her body. He hadn’t seen her scars, hadn’t had that chance to judge whether she was still a real woman. She squeezed hereyesshut.
Of course you’re still awoman.
Even more so, for all she’d beenthrough.
She wrapped the towel around her body and opened the door, cool air sweeping across her skin as she made her way to the guest room. There were clothes on the bed that smelled like Logan too, and she dressed in them, the fabric like an intimatecaress.
She came back out, spying him under a modern lamp, typing on a computer. With his glasses he looked older, more distinguished. Helooked…
Sexy.
And damn it all, she liked him. He was the kind of man she could have a relationship with, assuming she could stomach the agedifference.
The first stirring of need rumbled through her belly. He was offering her sanctuary, which made her feel protected. Cared for. She walked toward him, her mind opening to him as she moved closer. Maybe it didn’t matter how old he was. He was a man, not a child. A man who seemed to want her just as much as shewantedhim.
When she stood just outside the circle of light, he lifted his head and methereyes.
“Better?” heasked.
